Walking, walking, the wind is blowing against my glasses
around the sides, across my eyeballs and eyelashes
Thin tears well up and slide down across my cheek,
I wasn’t aware I was sad today, nevertheless, I leak.
Walk along, walk some more, looking up and all around,
no moaning, hiccups or whines… nature’s the only sound
Wipe the wetness, wipe some more,
this happens quite a lot,
something inside me seeps out whether or not
I am aware
consciously of what’s there
It’s Ok
I’ve come to understand that my eyes do what they need to do
off-gassing some grief while I walk and walk through
the leaves, the sticks, and dew.