gaits

going with purpose has an angle you cannot miss
the head is not held straight above the shoulders 
it’s bouncing over the toes
make a statement, walker
say what you believe with your hands
is one in your pocket? you have half a secret
are you looking down? you are secretive
assumptions abound, all improperly doled
glance at your rectangle
to be sure you exist
are you still there?
make eye contact with someone
as an experiment
you’ll see yourself looking back at you
without fail
unless you smile
then you will see something you couldn’t
have expected
a pause in motion
a moment without momentum
internally monumental
outwardly bound
a story that no one wrote
that couldn’t be read
not with a hundred stones