Alive
Moira Gallaga
Moira Gallaga
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.
I Believe in You: Il Divo and Celine Dion
Myself in Hawksbill Summit (4050 ft above sea level), Shenandoah Park
In the midst of the risk and difficulties, opportunities to switch off for a while and not only the body but your spirit as well is valuable and crucial.
Moira G Gallaga
Moira Gallaga
Moira Gallaga
Moira Gallaga
Moira Gallaga
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
