A few times a day i visit
a spot outside my front door
smile at people walking past
the tightness of feeling trapped
we’re all trying to ignore
As weeks have turned to months
I take my daily walk
Headphones in
Monotone beat of a welcoming voice
I see the subtleties of people losing their minds
Watching a guy doing 50 press ups
Two neighbours over fences drinking wine
And I remind myself to be kind
To myself first
Because my mind tends to be mean
When it comes to thoughts concerning me
And to others
Who maybe just need to be seen
A guy walking his dog
Throwing a rock he found on the ground
A brief glimpse of eye contact
That wanted to be found
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