We lift our feet to fall in love.
We walk to meet the other side. We walk to be alongside. We walk to connect, to make contact.
We walk things off. We walk back things we wish we hadn’t said.
We walk into situations, and walk out on people.
We walk the walk, and the talk. We walk on eggshells, and sometimes just walk on.
We avoid walking under ladders, and all over those we love.
We walk because we are human, otherwise we’d swim, crawl, or fly.
We walk, Kafka diarized, so we can lift our feet to escape the place we are standing on.
Everyone walks this way, until they fall in love, until they walk down the aisle and firmly stand with both feet into that place no one wants to escape from, for as long as they both shall live.