I Am Walking

The road is not built for pedestrians. It is built for cars and trucks and suvs and leaves no room even on the edge for any other way to get anywhere. It is used as a passage between one important place and another. Are we there yet, Dad? Narrow, winding country roads along beautiful views that the people in the cars and the trucks and the suvs do not see as they  are busy and paying attention to the asshole just ahead of them going slower than they would or the jerk just behind them trying to go faster than they want to. I see. I see everything. I am walking.

People zoom by going forty-five miles per hour in their check income range here boxes ...people are irritated that I'm there... that they have to pay attention to their driving, to me going so slow there outside their white line... forced into the ditch... exposed and without metal armor. Move out of my way so I can hurry up and get where I am going. And always they are going, going, gone fast. I'm not going anywhere any time soon. No one has paved or marked out my path.I am walking.

There's always interesting litter on the ground if I get tired of looking at incredible rock erosion or endless shades of green and wet and water falling. "The children shall inherit..." Bottles and bags mostly. People drinking and shopping as a passage between one rock bottom and another while they drive there quickly. My reality doesn't exist before or after because I am in it. I am walking.

I'm already there. I am walking.