To Walk with Ease- new poem

To walk with ease
is not a simple task.
Although, some may perceive themselves
gliding freely
with immaculate synchronicity
their legs are heavy with convictions.
It pangs me sometimes
to watch young men
dragging themselves over wooden bar floors
night after night
forgetting where they have been.

To walk with ease is not a simple task.
Although, I have seen it before
in the hips of a mother in a village
rural and close to the ground.
Her knees were swaying apples on sturdy branches in autumn.
She waved at passers by with one swoope of her hand
as they admired the big-eyed child on her back.
The other tiny palm rested gently behind her
cupping the sak that held him.

-Dcp