Just Walking

Side-walk treks along concrete ribbons. Listening to the passing cars, to the slipstreams of travelling minds, their encapsulated lives humming electrically just as mine. I don't know this part of the city, people in my neighborhood tell of dark days and violent nights in this borough. Maybe I should whistle, stuff hands in pockets, as if I had a gun, or a bible? Occasional smiles as folks swing-on by, even the kids are happy, to be just where they are. This walk is leading me onward, and if I get more lost than I am now, I shall have found my way into, a better roadmap of myself.