Friday Walk 2020

Friday Walk 2020

We walk because it’s the only way

for three women to be together,

walking slowly, pushing our quarantined legs

down the empty sidewalk

until it turns into dirt,

narrows to a woodland path,

then twists down to a rumbling highway.


Halfway there droplets thicken

to steady rain, then downpour.

Mud clogs our shoes, slides our feet.

No turning back now.

We call to help us navigate:

take your time

hold onto the tree

don’t slide on this rock

we’re almost there

Then begin the long walk back

through sheets of rain,

safe in the small cabin

of our voices.

Carol L. Gloor

2020



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