Morn’ eight: she urged me to clean our
Bedsitter flat in Weidling.
“Don’t go walking before!” She insisted.
Well/ It’s my duty this month of June
To work up an anger toward dust/ grime/
Polluted air
Finished by nine donned gear quickly
Scratched the corner at Vivenot Bridge
Nordic Walking rhythm keeps me going
For miles/ I thought.
But then/ Will not overdo it after one year
Of a brake
Nursing my bionic knee joint.
Yet/ Enthusiasm is all that counts
For now to find a location in Kierling.
A quick descent down the city’s business
District towards the road to the ferry boat.
The access road is not very interesting
But OK for tagging along and improve
Your walking technique.
On arrival at the ‘Ufer Café’ with its steel
Sculptures by an artist
Decorated with strong red rust
The view towards Korneuburg across the
River Danube is sitting well on one’s
Tested mind.
The boat arrives and cars and people with
Bikes move on and leave to the other side
Of this unusual spot
While I consider to walk next time from
Weidling to here/ take the boat and head
For a check-up at the hospital.
Back along the Danube’s eastern flow
The wind increased blowing my hair
Like a sail. There/ A spot to rest/ drink tea
Watch the boats go by and dream about
The Danube-elfin to meet perhaps one day.
Change to a long sleeved shirt at a tree-seat
Pick-up a hand sized stone/ well rounded flat
I’ll use as a paper weight/ I mused.
Sitting at the bus stop/ resting after three
Hours of good walking/ time to have
Something wholesome to eat.
Walk.klaW
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’20.
