Stepping into the Nearest Inspiration
by Richard King Perkins II
The paths I walk tonight are serene,
like the flight of a ring-tail harrier on rising air currents.
An impish moon cavorts with clouds
pushed across a sumptuous ink-blue sky.
A small town school is so soundless
in contrast to the day’s flurry
that each morning is the beginning of a small revival.
At the edge of an industrial park,
across its concrete promenades, I continue,
past a small spread of mulberry trees
to where fields are engaged as nature’s wild mechanism.
Tiptoeing along the low river,
all I’ll need is a small raft and a little luck,
and by tomorrow, I’ll be beachcombing on the ocean’s shore.
Walking is the most ancient form of expression—
my feet independently rise and descend,
in a continuous, unbridled rhythm,
never certain of where I intend to go
but always taking me where I need to be.
Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee and was a recent finalist in The Rash Awards, Sharkpack Alchemy, Writer’s Digest and Bacopa Literary Review poetry contests.