I take meticulous care in noticing the ground
under my feet
as i walk slowly
preferring to describe minutely detailed changes

For that’s what they are
differences between one pebble & a stone
or a rock

And certainly i guess i see events
that i couldn’t even mention
passages from green to verdant folliages
or bits of it, really

And it begins to get more different
as i go slower
and slower

Along what appears to be an endless path
for it keeps on in a certain way
without regard to what i will call
time

And so it doesn’t matter so much
how long i am out here
once i decide when to come back
how ever that is

But what i am bringing back with me
like an explorer

And how i will show someone, too
all that looking down like this has taught
me.

Aphasia

by Lou Horvath