Walking

by Murray Thomas

I was out walking.
I was a dark night, but clear.
So clear you could see all the stars.
It was one of those nights when,
if you stare up at the stars,
you can not only see them all,
but you can see depth in them.
You can see just how far away they really are.

It was a dark night, but clear,
so clear that the stars gave me enough light to see
and I kept walking.

I wasn’t walking anywhere in particular,
I was just walking.
But I was walking like I might get somewhere.
I was walking like,
if I walked long enough,
I just might get closer to those stars.

I was walking.

(Published in My Kidney Just Arrived, Tebot Bach 2011)