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