The Walk (Poem)

later they asked

did you walk down the road

to see the moon rising orange over the swampy grass

to hear the bull frogs croaking among the bearded trees

to breathe the salty musk of the falling night

I replied

no, I needed something somewhere

but those things too I did

and so he found me there alone, lost in the experience of it all

I have never remembered

where I meant to go or what I needed