Leaning into Wind

Leading into wind.

Headstrong,

Maintain the centre, gravity.

Balance.  Focus.  Weigh.

You talk, sweet nothings, turning sour.

Perhaps you want to paint what I don’t see.

Old Tree.  Fresh litter.  Breaking bud. 

And always, watch, a dog’s been here.

Heavy breathing.

One more foot forward.

Don’t care the break, the trash, the soiled.

The birds I hear above the heave.

Move, head down, path, a tarmac stare.

Already climbed the cobble stair.

No longer count.

Just getting there.

Parky, weather and disease.

Published by Spillwords, World Parkinson's Day  https://spillwords.com/leaning-into-wind/