Aisles

I walk a crooked mile

Photo by Felix Mooneeram on Unsplash

Walking in the darkness
Finding aisles in the dark
Looking for a launching site
A safe place to embark.

Moving over mountains
Jet streams in the sky
Flying o’er the ocean
Watching worlds fly by.

Threading through the intricate
Lacework of the puzzle
Muffled voices in the air
A shout under a muzzle.

Fingers tactile touches
Disseminates the haze
Tapping toes finds the path
Leading through the maze.

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A night that never seems to end
The journey endless miles
Meandering up the silver stream
Then walking down, the aisles.

As the night unfolds
Then wings into the morn
I stretch my arms perambulate
And walk into the dawn.

Down the edgy aisles
Of another day
Some things left in my mind
Ascend and fly away.

The movie is still rolling
One foot in the aisle
Nor deterred or undecided
I walk a crooked mile.

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David Rudder

7th February 2021
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