I Walk

My sky is a little bloody and my ground a bit too rocky,
And I walk.
I walk.
My feet more steady than my fleeting thoughts.
And my breaths more easy than the directions on my map.
And I walk.
I walk.
I cross the stream down the road,
I see a tree, a traveler below.
And towards him I walk.
I walk.
I lit his cigarette, we shared one.
And spoke of love and life at random.
Parting ways we walk.
I walk.
A dusty night, a parched throat.
An empty pack of Swiss roll.
And I walk.
I walk.
I find a sheet, I look for a pen.
And with graphite I write a poem at dawn.
And then again I walk.
I walk.