Poem: Walking

There is nowhere
here
I really want to go
every house
a discomfort
no parks
no benches
not even a church

I walk for peace
it's the best I can do

There are things I wan to to do
Chores, really
but without peace
and clarity
they are harder
than usual

Perhaps now is not the time
but I hope it comes soon

Because walking
makes me tired

and there's no money in it