the feet are tired
shuffling along rough roads
streets that have not been repaved
in a long time.
the body carrying the memories
of a childhood too long ago
of teen years that are hidden in history books
of sex drugs and rock and roll twenties
that you can't pick out of a police line-up,
music ripples through the google search
of memory neurons
whatever is left
and small patches of sunlight
are visible
and you realize
your life has not been
all darkness and shadows and holes
in the ground.
music
that kind of gets your shoulders moving
your toes snapping
your head tossing back
your arms clearing room around you
cause it's in your blood
and soul
and deep down somewhere
you realize
your life has not been
all darkness and shadows and holes
in the ground.
long walks
visiting the gallery of your life
images on the wall
that speak to you
every second of your life
every person you ever met
every action you've ever taken
every decision you've ever made
every thought you've ever had.
now you are now here
it's all that matters
as you put your hands
in your pockets
and shuffle along rough roads
streets that have not been repaved
in a long time
and continue
the long walks on.
antonio pedro ruiz
january 22, 2010
