He walked heal to toe, slow
Abstractedly balanced
Down the sunlit Puerto Vallartan boardwalk

The only place he’d ever go
Outside the comforts of his own country

Soon enough he’d go back to this hotel
And hear the terrible news
Of his delicate mother

By his own incomprehensible reason
He’d vow to never leave the toxic solace
Of his own head again

After all, life is an act of faith
And this is its one condition, risk

If only he could let go of the past
By moving with the flow of life
In the same way
He walked so beautifully
Down that sunlit boardwalk

Then, it wouldn’t be the only place
He’d ever go

-C