by Roberta Gould
The pleasure of walking slowly
With nowhere to go
Happy to waddle the streets
With no one along
To plod foot to foot
giving each side its due
sitting and staring
into nothing at all
To doze without knowing
awake with a start
touched by the sky
its rain pouring down
Photo by Daniel Hansen on Unsplash
Roberta Gould’s work has appeared widely in small press and poetry anthologies. Most recently she has published two collections of poetry, Woven Lightning and Talk When You Can, Tell the Truth. She lives in the Hudson Valley. Recent poetry is featured in Vasterien: A Literary Journal, Waterways, Waymark, Chronogram Magazine, and Trolley Literary Journal. Find her at robertagould.net.
Lovely, Roberta. So gentle.
Thank you.
Beautiful, and I do so relate to this in rainy UK Manchester.