Sea-Camel

Friday, November 05, 2004

Walking

My Wheels Posted by Hello
The last time I went for a walk I came back 20 days later. Nothing compared to my friend José; he came back two years later and got tired just shy of Finisterre. Then he went on—almost literally dragging himself—towards the end of the world. I was there, his witness. True and quite symbolic. José finally looked at the sea and threw his walking stick into the waves. Watched the wood float away like something he wanted to forget. And then he stopped walking.
Suddenly I got that walking feeling myself. Will follow José’s tracks like that other time I arrived dead at Burgo Ranero. (Thanks for the warm fire, José, “compañero”.) No other word I know, hearing it from you, describes friendship best. What will your smile do for me in this my season of cold and rain?

4 Comments:

  • Hey there,

    I just discovered your blog and added you to my blogroll.

    Best,
    Deborah

    By Blogger 32poems, at 4:01 PM  

  • Thanks for stopping by, Deborah. I'll check your 32-poems out.

    Cheers,
    Alberto

    By Blogger A.R.B., at 12:27 AM  

  • Alberto
    I arrived
    via your cogent
    intelligent comments
    at Corey's blog
    regarding
    the "who's the good"
    of poetry

    a discussion that also
    makes me wonder
    why the time and energy isn't being expended
    writing poetry


    what must the muses think!

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