The Whimsey Walker

At the arrival of the dawn,
I wipe my misty eyes
and decide to take a walk.

I left my chores behind
to gather up thoughts
as I jogged down the memory lane
onto every street I could get.

Throughout the walk,
I never felt pain,
I didn't even break a sweat,
forgot I have not eaten
Even though it was past eight,

As there were melodies orchestrated by the vehicles' horns,
Sweet scents from fumes of engines,
and luscious looking road tar.

I almost eat up the bitumen
And have a drink from the gutter containing algal meads.

As I journey long;
I saw barking dogs,
Chickens searching for feeds
And dancing trees.

I saw playful kids
and concern mothers,
Likewise work-conscious fathers
Even though it's a Saturday.

Soon, as I was passing,
I saw clouds that were dispersing,
becoming thick and grey
Just as the dreadlocks on my granny.

Then there were wavy folds on puddles,
As the ones on my furious face,
because I could not go further
but to hide under a shade.

Now the ground is all wet
And breached my brivet.
I was happy still that it started off a wonderful Saturday!