Long are the walks

Long are the walks,in mornings and evenings,
Some mental walks, hearty walks, city walks.

They are walks, talk walks, like talk going on
In waking limbs, body thinking under a spell.

Body merely thinks in its mind which walks
Like a hundred-footed worm or goods train

Of a hundred steel boxes on unending track.
The mountains walk unendingly to a horizon

And the horizon walks unendingly to the sky.
Words walk, the spirit walks, our hands go up

In the night air in a vertical sky breaking walk.
Chilly fields walk and up down with the train.

A blue bird goes up and down on phone wires
And bridge noisily walks away from the train.