For being oblivious,

i've turned numerous corners these days,
especially this one.
i didn't exactly want to,
my feet felt heavy with every step,
but i walked on.

i used to constantly stop at
every street sign,
every house i thought i knew,
every uneven crack in the sidewalk,
but this time i didn't.
instead of letting my apprehensive head get the best of me,
i let the leash attached to my dying dog direct me.

i've come to know these roads like the back of my hand,
a map inscripted into my pale bones.
i've never lost my way,
until this day.
and even past the point of confusion,
i kept picking up foot after foot,
knowing i would end up somewhere worthwhile.

my eyes were actually open,
and i saw the cloudless sky, fresh cut lawns, and bursting flowers for what they really were.
beauty that goes unnoticed,
each and everyday.
even the houses cried out to me for lack of being seen.

it's odd,
how you can know a place so well
and walk the pavement everyday for years
and still miss what's right in front of your face.

much has changed here over the time i've spent cooped up from the world.
new houses, replanted gardens, old neighbors who abandoned us,
but the roots, the roads, and i,
still reside here.

and yet i'm still wondering when i'll become as distinctly important as the trees sprouting upwards and the rain falling downwards.
i'm not controlled by fear today,
just curiousity of the oblivious.

my feet kept moving my body,
with no pattern,
similiarily to these words.
but fuck, i think i will miss my dog when she dies.