Tonight I walked to the store after dinner,
And I thought of other constitutionals
Especially those evening walks by Ceredigion Bay
Walking along the promenade, catching the sunset
Sometimes earlier, just walking to walk, hear the surf, feel the wind
To think more, feel less, expend agitation, aid digestion.
Often, early and late, I’d see an old man, thin, bent, with a wooden cane
Walking back and forth. He was there much more than I.
Tonight, I played make-believe. The concrete was other concrete.
The sound of the cars was the low roar of waves.
The white headlights surged out of the dusk like foam on the surf
The moon was the moon. I walked back