I've walked them all, the roads, The paths, walking as they call out, "Here! Here I am!" And the twists and turns from civility To the brash encounters That leave you breathless And thinking. I've walked them all. The journey leads you to new Thoughts and actions, people, Dogs, the dogs are my favorite. They teach me to look with my ears, My nose, then my eyes. "Here!" they bark. "Here I am!" Tails wag and we part, friends. The cities bustle and blend themselves Into mirrors of bright reflection Of the life below the windows. The buses roar like dragons Belching out smoke, foul odors, And the bystanders standing On the curb shout, "Here! Here I am!" The bus lurches to a stop. "Here! Here I am. Now board and Use the windows to see what you miss When you don't walk." It snarls, winds its engine and dreams Of standing still in the tumultuous wind And listening to the roar. I stand alone on the bus stop, Indecisively making a decision To walk down the treed streets. Strong armed trees holding the last leaves Of fall. Autumn calls out, "Here you are. Look at me." And the beauty makes me weep. I am the bystander, taking the road. Calling my children to let them know To look on a map and see me. "Here! Here I am!" But invisible, They see only the marker of Where I have been. I can call, "Here! Here am I! See me!" They don't. I have a secret. A wood's walk, Where the king of the forest Strode into my path. "Make way. Make way. This is my path, My road. Here I am." And I see him, towering over me. I answer, "I am here, too."