went for a walk

I went for a walk,

as if at a slide show,

between consuming thoughts.

it's as if I've seen the sensory stroll before,

but the frame-brakes are always slightly different.

the walk has a momentum to it,

as if a linear dance with a carriage of sorts.

ground rolls by as if melody is stroll-played.

some parts, more melodic than others.

different visual instruments are playing in the background.

sort of same instruments

but different weathering, as the musicians that play.

melody is comforting as almost hum-able,

yet the package of thoughts present

are on a delivery course,

hoping to arrive at summation-cleared.

it's great, when zest overrides conclusions made,

when the walk is wholesome inviting,

as if possessed with an animation of being.

but mind-topics don't do that.

they are like life at a bus stop, 

waiting on thoughts, 

as for their distraction qualities,

somewhere in the implausibles. 

here to there, a time offered syndrome.

so wanting, what walk distractively offers.

if only all of thought

had to be done in physical motion.

I'd feel so much more centered

in my being, 

as my being . . .