Dinner

The feeling of walking with no bag

And, like, one thing in my hand

I could keep walking forever in that way

So having walked until dark

Like this, with nothing

How does the world look now?

It looks different

Seeing the world on a walk with nothing, I ask myself

"Where is dinner hiding?"

"And why wasn't it hiding before when I had all my stuff with me?"

It’s because I didn't care

So having walked with nothing until dark

I say

"What can I not do with my bare limbs?"