When We Walk


When we walk
Then Em and I
Are talking one
And the same

When we talk
It's with our limbs
Our head and eyes
Our thoughts and brain.

When I walk
By myself
I tend to walk within.
Sometimes to find
A long lost
From where I may begin.

Walking with an Ember
Is as being yet a child
So many new thoughts to share
That words are lost
Unreconciled

On thinking without words or rules.
4th August 2005