WALK #12

When I'm not walking, I'm writing/editing a novel. Seeing this image surfaced a line I want to insert in my novel-in-progress, for no other reason than that it moves me:

Sometimes I forget countries...

On this 12th day of walking, I also hit some sort of groove, as they say, with walking now integrated into my writing practice. I note the above line and I've written some of this blog's poems while walking. Most significantly to date, while walking this morning, I mentally resolved what had been a major structural conundrum in my novel-in-progress—I'm particularly pleased as the solution pushes the novel's structure further, and involves poetry. As regards the former, as a poet writing novels I want to contribute to widening the form of the novel's expanse. As regards the latter, Poetry: you want me out in the wider world but I always return to you. 

No title necessary

Walk the wide

world to

return

to what makes

you walk:

Poetry