My life is always changed by the tango walk,
A dance with only me on a country road.
I walk in harmony with music heard within.
Great mysteries are revealed as I walk outside.
My mind thinks in the language of haiku.
The lightning-struck tree points to the sky
With seared center finger, it’s last gesture.
The upset swallow twitters with no Internet.
A group of deer like voyeurs stares at me.
I smell the water of a lake far away.
The walk answers life's mysteries well. . .
. . . until I walk again.