Worn
Fit
I
like the feel of brick pavement
on
my feet, the rounded edges
roll
under the bones, skilled touch
welcome
to the traveling man
who
will have to climb onto concrete
soon
or asphalt close behind that will
only
answer flat and hard
or
chipped or rutted, ravines of twisting
wilderness
enough to sprain an erring ankle
So
I will sail out into the street where the
pavement
baked generations ago still
runs
at least this sloping block
and
offer the feet—even treading—
the
grooves and rounds of rest
For
thirteen years, John Zedolik taught English and Latin in a private all-girls
school, and in 2010 completed his Ph.D., in which he focused on the pragmatic
comedy of the Canterbury Tales. Currently, he is an adjunct
instructor at Chatham University in Pittsburgh. However, he has had many jobs
in his life including archaeological field assistant, obituary writer, and
television-screen-factory worker. His iPhone is now his primary poetry
notebook, and he hopes his negotiation with technology in regard to this
ancient art form continues to be successful.
Enjoyed your piece!
ReplyDeleteDear John,
ReplyDeleteIt's good to see you already have one wonderful comment on your insightful and thought-provoking poem. Welcome to Whispers! I hope you enjoy your time spent with us. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen
John,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this very much too! Great poem! Welcome to Whispers!
Your new friend,
David Fox