I went on a housewife walkabout

It was not intended to be so, a simple get out of the house

Off the couch, sober up from afternoon sleepiness and late summer heat

I clipped the leash to Oskar and set out in the breeze

More casual than usual, I neglected the sunglasses, hair tie and bra

This was my suburban walkabout



I have been living in a very house, that looked like all the other very houses

I am married to a person who looks very much like the other very men

And I had been working a very job, that was very respectable and very, very

And I thought I lived a life that was very, very, normal

Very, very, safe and very, very comfortable

I had made a fine bed of nails, comfortable



The husband is gone, by ways not of me, and I begin feeling this bed of nails

I begin feeling all kinds of things, so I put on my Teva's and stand up from a squat

I tie my men's shirt and take a walkabout

I am not dreaming but it feels the same, and I pay attention to the small details

Things that may mean something else, and my hair blows in swirls around my head



I hear the sea gulls calling, they are calling my name, and I acknowledge, they are my totem, my talisman, my icon, watching over me, my dirty angels

My gulls far from home, the home of where I am from, a place I have not found

The place where I belong

They fly above in swirls, and my hair fallows, and I lose my balance watching

Them watching over me



The wind brought us to the shore, where the shore welcomed us

There was a rush to us, as we walked to the shore, waves of wind and water and sound

Oskar and I stood while life swirled all around us, on our suburban walkabout

It made me think, how so much different is the same, the energies of living things



We sat at the end of the dock, and Oskar leaned in as I leaned to him and we

Spoke without words and we watched the white man and the white dog, like ghosts, they were, and they walked to us

So calm, Oskar was, and I sat still, still enough to welcome the nose and two brown eyes of the Eskimo White



White gulls, white man and white dog, circled us

On this walkabout, and we, Oskar and I parted ways without parting and joined The living today

It occurred to me that the living is an energy that transcends time and space

What was once my horse's steps are now Oskar's what was once an Aspen leaf now tumbles as an oak's



My steps are the same steps I took so long ago

I am on this walkabout, discovering what has been locked away

Retracing steps taken without any thought at all

To live without any thought of all

Where the next step should be taken, knowing that the same energy

Welcomes me, in white swirls around us, on our walkabout

What's up with this? 18 people have viewed this lovely, thoughtful, and emotional poem, and there is not one peep of a comment? Where do I start? With the brilliantly unusual use of the word "very?" That is so cool, and the white imagery gives a great visual aspect to this. I found countless things in here that I like so very much.

Heck, I'm retired now and ready for many actual walkabouts, and you write a fictive one describing your long journey to where you are now, making me envious! Great job...again.

Have a good night.
G.

G
I did really see a white man, white dog and gulls on my walk.
thank you for your praise

Some amazing writing there! Awesome work!