Foot in front of foot and yes,
that is what we call movement.
The only thing that dictates
the exact description,
just how quick they swap sides.
A jog, a run, a skip, a shuffle,
all motions identical,
tempo to guide the tarsals.
Back and forth, over and over
I move onwards.
The illusion
of stationary conjured,
from world spinning miles upon
miles speedier
than comprehension allows,
I am always with journey.