Come Walk With Me

"OVER the limp and sallow grasses,    Deborah, will you walk with me? You may gather gentians in purple masses    And honeypods from the locust tree" - from .An Autumn Walk With Deborah' by Aline Kilmer

Come walk with me, for walking's sake,

By the cool meadow, beside the lake,

Beside the sun-warmed red-brick wall,

With nothing in mind, nothing at all;

Our destination is of no import,

The atmosphere becalmed, unfraught,

No matter the terrain be smooth or rough,

To be with you is quite enough;

Weariness has left my tired bones,

As we tread the grasses, gravel and stones,

Time passed us by long ago,

The clocks may have stopped for all I know;

Come walk with me, for walking's sake,

Our lives in balance for us to take,

Let us no longer prevaricate or stall,

I have nothing in mind, nothing at all.