Toronto, Ontario
Hankering
I’m Hankering to be on the trail again
Where there’s nature and, yes, women and men.
A time for openness, interaction and then
A harmony, a calm, like a pure state of Zen.
I’ve taken to walking the land of the maple leaf
And foot-cruised the U.S. like a runaway thief
Through clover, corn, desert to the west coast reef
In a rhythm unstoppable beyond my own belief.
Took the challenge of Israel, its sand so dry,
And ventured under Ireland’s rare blue sky
Sugar cane countries where fish are put to fry
In the day, in the dark with vision of a cat’s eye.
In a period spanning over twenty years it be,
Four times in my home country where some say, “Oui!”
It was a blast, it went so fast, from sea to sea.
I can bet you no other activity feel so free.
I’ve gained a lot, not in pounds, but in what’s pleasant.
Did it all like a wandering, wondrous mendicant.
And each day was like opening a fine present,
Like citing a gorgeous-tailed forest pheasant.
Oh, and bears — big guys — brown and black —
Get close to them and you’ll get more than flack.
I took precedent strides that saved from attack.
I sure was glad I never had one on my back.
Wish to share all the wonder to do with the feet.
The road has ups and downs with towns bittersweet.
Neighbourhoods of the poor and those of the elite.
Once in a while you rest here — have something to eat.
With memories locked in and knees weaker now,
My movement is more like a slower holy cow.
Eyes moistened in love, it’s what walking does allow.
My spirit has grown, deepening the furrows in my brow.
May the Source be with you!
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