Poem number four in a series of six.
The Old Way 4
Of course, I had been in a rush to get here.
I think I had been walking for about an hour
Before I reached this path.
But even so,
I had not realised how fast I was going.
I had known I needed to get away
(that almost goes without saying),
But finally I arrive, and I slow down.
I slow down so I might look and see.
I slow down to feel the breeze
And the sun on my head.
I slow down to hear the birds.
I am in no hurry,
Now I’m walking on the Old Way.
I have bread and cheese, and I have an apple,
As though I were one of those folk
Travelling in a bygone age.
My only concession to today is a plastic bag.
Which I now regret.