Enjambment as a fun house mirror . . .
lines jostling for the part
of winter . . . time racing to infinity
following the path
with yesterday’s metric
as if renting a
Royal Enfield Himalayan
for the last stretch to the base
where some gear junkie
is touting approach shoes
redirecting you to Kierkegaard
on simple living, resilience,
and closeness to nature . . .
walking as philosophy,
as physical training, as refutation . . .
how you felt a shift
in your chaotic whirlwind,
what next life,
when a voice told you to slow down,
and you listened, you listened . . .
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| Paolo Roversi |
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