WHY I WALK

Out and About I had a half dozen errands, the weather bitter cold and yet it is not a consideration not to walk; hardware store, some coffee beans, the library, art museum . . . . I am thirsty ~ And this is why I walk. Crossing the river on the way back I pause to admire the flows of ice and there is the great blue heron, the guardian of the river.





WATER is taught by thirst;
Land, by the oceans passed;
  Transport, by throe;
Peace, by its battles told;
Love, by memorial mould;
  Birds, by the snow.

Emily Dickinson From Collected Poems, Part Four, Time and Eternity, CXXXIII

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