I am here bound
by the couch that knows me by now
wistfully looking at the jacaranda trees
undressing as they line the sidewalks
in their purple velvet
The rhythmic tapping
of little city birds eating seeds
spread onto the terrace floor
marks the passing of time
as the sweet smell of coffee
tells me it is still early
It has been months
that I think and imagine
the gradual unfolding of my tentative steps
in the mending and healing of my body
into a free and joyful movement
of a powerful and reliable walk
round knees, precise compasses,
leading the way
This journey takes me towards
what I have yet to walk
in this place of feet and earth
map in hand, just now
before I start
I sigh
opening
to what awaits me
in a future of steps
I have yet to master
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