Magdalena Ball #37: The Walk

The Walk

I think I’ll never get 

used to it

I always say that

and I’m already used

mantra of dislocation

hot feet, warm air

the freedom to complain

but there’s this thing, deep seated

pre-linguistic that sticks

and says, no, this isn’t quite right

it’s not desire

because I like the warm

have always liked it

leaning in, peeling off clothes

arching towards the sun

I made a promise

to put aside humbug

and relax into it this year

just for a change

letting the impending end bide

these grooves

like being busy

the distraction of chaos

blanking out sensation

I’m giving it up

call it a resolution

finding space

where I least expected it

right here, in the breath.