Alive

It's not something usually done

swinging while walking

a kind of cantor like

pitching and walking in a small sail boat

or the way the cowboys in western films stroll,

you could say I looked a little stupid

on my way home at 2 AM

spinning my car key around my fingers

smiling, for apparently no reason.

Across the street, noise from a popular bar

people stood outside smoking cigarettes,

talking,

waiting in line to get in

looking at me funny

my jaunty walk

my happiness

not drunk, obviously, but also

not quite right in the head

to be grinning just that way

at this time at night

alone

not on the phone

not listening to music

no headphones in sight.

A boy in a fedora hat pointed at me

talking to his friends he

smiled, laughed-

I waved.

He stopped then was smiling.

I laughed,

if I could have

I would have walked the entire night

Laughing.

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©

I Believe in You: Il Divo and Celine Dion

Myself in Hawksbill Summit (4050 ft above sea level), Shenandoah Park

Comments

Moira Garcia Gallaga (author) from Lisbon, Portugal on December 14, 2011:

Thank you for the feedback Derdriu. A wave and a smile, in essence they are but simple gestures but its relevance far outweighs its simplicity. You can actually say or express a lot with just those two simple gestures.

Derdriu on December 14, 2011:

Moira, What a brave, jaunty, persuasive poem about the fun of growing self-confidence and self-knowledge! In particular, I like the brave wave and happy-go-lucky smile.

Thank you for sharing, etc.,

Derdriu

Ghaelach on December 14, 2011:

Morning Moira.

What a wonderfully happy go lucky poem. I could just feel the happiness and joy.

Sadly it doesn't happen as often as it should.

Loved it and voted UP/A/B

Take care Moira.

LOL Ghaelach