Walking the same walk. . .

time after time,
breath after breath. . .

each single time,
each single breath
becomes
the very best. . .

never the same walk,
never quite
the same tune,
not even when always sung
precisely right,
and always at the strike of noon. . .

Keep walking that same walk
that isn’t the same walk,
though the path might curve the same
through time and space. . .

Keep open your ears,
your eyes–
at times, a heavy enterprise,
at others, a delightful game–

at each steep incline
you glide down or climb
and every wound-up turn
that swings you round
to different ground,
there’s plenty to feel and see that’s deep–
all around you,
and throughout
your own insides–

There’s always something fresh,
and something new
for you
to learn.