at Greenbelt is unlike walking it anywhere else, for me.
Here what is usually a solitary activity becomes an exercise in crowded corporate choreography, as people negotiate the space, stepping aside to facilitate the journey of others. After a friend commented on this the whole experience of walking together became a major focus of my own walk late on Sunday night.
We travel together, alone.
Our paths close but not identical
though we make for the same destination,
proceeding laboriously, in weary choreography
Towards the place of Gift.
But there is room for all.
No need to resent or thwart
The fellow- walkers who surround me.
Their journeys match my own
My journey mirrors theirs
And all alike are welcome.
The step by step approach disturbs me.
Will I ever reach the end?
But You are there before, beside, within
My Way, my Truth, my Life.
The twists and turns along the way
Come only from resistent self's
Deferred arrival at the place I know
The place I truly long to be
The place of Gift, of Love, of You.