Walking Backwards

Walking Backwards

I looked for some old footprints to follow;
And though I searched, there were none I could find.
I created my own, deep and hollow;
Walking backwards through the dust in my mind.
Though I could not see where I was going,
I could see all the way to where I’d been.
I pressed on in the dark, always knowing
That I could find my way back once again.
Though I mostly face forward when I walk,
So I will not blindly stumble and fall;
I step lively backwards, and I don’t balk,
Although sometimes I’ll walk into a wall.
This way, I wander beyond my confines,
Because I can’t see the big red stop signs.

Mick McKellar
April 2015

One should not be hampered by the customary, the safe, and the usual. Adventure lives beyond the stop sign.

Mick