Walkin’

I’m amazed at the way she carries
her weight,
angling ahead, temporally, ageful, saying so
much. And how I lay;
in wonder; empowered—marching mobile
machinery, peace-marking;
undercurrent undulating in the pleasing
empty lamplight,
encompassing—stacked down places—
lines of lights,
pulsating;
satisfied within a distillation
of quiet memory.