A Walkabout
· poetry
One day—long ago now—too long ago
I took a walk—a hike—with my dog—my sidekick
I didn’t go to work— I just woke up and— well— didn’t
For the first time in my life— I just said no
It was liberating— eye opening— my debut
Later that morning my friend at work called to check on me
I was alright
You’re on a hike?
I’m on a hike
What do I tell people, that you’re on a… walkabout?
Well— yes— that’s perfect. Yes I’m on a walkabout
Tell them that
It was one of my best days
I told myself I needed to do this more often
I needed to walkabout more often
I think I vowed to walkabout
I haven’t done one since
I realized just now— fifteen years later— that I haven’t done another walkabout
At least not like that anyway
A proper walkabout is when, despite commitments and things to do
You drop it all— risk the consequences— forget the obligations and responsibilities—
And just go
I need one now