I watched a pair of left feet rising,
And then a pair of right feet rising over the paddles
Slowly, but steadily, the pair matches on, solemnly, through occasional joggers and racing bikers.
Calm, steady, and unquestionably moving, the pair almost seemed to be lost in themselves, oblivious to presence of others.
I work my legs to catch up to them, but mysteriously they squeeze by in front of me.
A pair of varicose legs are as steady as the chopstick-thin pair of legs, not yielding nor excusing
Not pushing not dragging, just simultaneously meditative in their repetitive motion
These old pair of legs cycled away among the sea of legs.
9.5.2021
Ralph with Coffee 