It use to be I got inspired to write poems
while walking four to ten miles on the mountain.
If my dogs accompanied me, I got less inspiration
because I minded them instead of inspiration.
It was not that my dogs were not inspiring
but I was sick of writing dog poem variations.
I did find positive feedback from poetry readings
brought out the desire in me to write more popular poems.
But then I wrote poems from that part of my head
that wanted to write positive feedback poems
and it pandered to the likes and dislikes of the audience
instead of writing from the heart.
My heart was happy I walked four
to ten miles on the mountain each day
since that kept my heart in good shape
and it beat without obstruction.
My beating heart did not care if I wrote poems or not.
I liked it when the dogs came along because my heart beat lighter.
During my walks on the mountain
I paid less attention to the mountain
than to my recent human interactions
especially if they involved love or the lust form of love.
The mountain and the mountain forests
did not feel ignored by my inattention to them.
Occasionally I was so lost in replay of an interaction
I tripped and fell due to inattention to the mountain.
My falls did not bang poems out of my head.
Though they banged a poem or two into my scraped hands for typing.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney