Nomad Online

I have a pair of magic boots

that take me stomping

across flower blooming lanes

and flooded deep pools,

through light April rain and

warm just spring days.

They have seen me through dark winter evenings,

taken me on planes that crossed vast oceans.

They’ve minded the gap underground

and stopped dutifully on pavements

to watch red double deckers hum past.

They march on with time

resolutely. Relentlessly waking away from you.

The memory of your heart. The embrace of your warmth.

Walking away from the last time you went one way

and my boots went another.

They are carrying me until one day

I’ll walk so far away I will no longer remember

that moment your feet turned and left me.

I’m a week late to NaPoWriMo! But better late than never right? Let’s see if I can write a poem a day until the end of the month.