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