photo: Tavistock Street, London, Celia Kozlowski, 2007A Woman who Walks
The bottoms of my feet
are becoming tender membranes
with all this walking
which I will not call searching
It is too absurd, like looking for
one green leaf
in a pile of reds and browns;
one green coat
in a crowd of blues and plaids
I cannot even find a reason for looking
much less know where to begin.
Oh, I might as well search with my feet,
for the resolution of my soles
against this field
far surpasses anything I understand,
knowing only that when I find him
he will hold my gaze until I look away.
(Not sure when I wrote this -- maybe 1975?)