Back after a long summer break. Walking to work again. Since I get lost in my thoughts as I walk, I’m known for tripping (not that kind!) and occasionally taking a glorious fall, garnering lots of attention and immediate sympathy from any old people near me. So intermittently I have to remind myself to “walk consciously”, “be in the moment”, pay attention to where I am and the fact that I’m in motion and not to disconnect from my feet! Once again, this poem is an ode to my city, Barcelona.
City walker Walk consciously, and keep your gaze fixed on the path ahead. Discreetly dodge the dog shit and any pigeons lying dead upon the sidewalk that you cherish. Keep on walking every day. A city has its faults and flaws, and some have history. This one is built on Roman stones, has two mountains and a sea. The sidewalk bears an artist’s stamp. Another artist draws with wind and leaves and cast off flowers, an ephemeral collage. Such beauty more than compensates for anything I dodge.