Sunday Poetry Fix

The Day I Walked To Acapulco
By John Isbell

I set out just before dawn,
After much con­sult­ing of maps and trigonometry.
My first step took me to Tulsa.
It was 10 a.m., and peo­ple were going about their business.
I breathed in.
With my sec­ond step, I was in San­ta Fe.
Time for lunch. I breathed out, and ate my sandwich.
My third step put me unexpectedly
On the plan­et Mars.
It was hnu­uhh Mar­t­ian time.
The Earth was a love­ly dot. My fourth step
Took me to Paris, City of Light.
I stubbed my toe on the Eif­fel Tower.
It was mid­night in France.
My fifth step put me in a wheatfield.
I breathed in. My sixth step
Took me to the ocean floor. I saw a fish.
My sev­enth step
Took me to my own front doorstep.
I picked up the mail.
And my eighth step
Took me to Acapulco
Just in time for fiesta.
I breathed out.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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