I go for walks like I did at age 6
6-year-olds don’t follow one path,
They don’t regulate themselves
Or know when they’ll get tired
6- year- olds get lost or wander off
They stop when they see something
That excites them
They ask questions and
Look for answers around them
I like to walk like that
I like to read all the signs
And jump in the middle spot on the bridge
I take pictures of the ducks
That I can send to my mom
And lean too far over the railing
To see them better
I get distracted by bugs
And I stop to watch some the snails race
I take a leaf home with me
And wonder if a stick is good for walking
6-year-olds step on spots that no one else will
Now when I walk, I never know the steps
As I’m walking where I never have before
They know the world in a way I want to
I go for walks now, like I did at age 6
And try to wonder like them too
Rey Duff is a writer, wanderer and lover. They write about identity, transit, and, like everyone, love. He’s currently a student at Carleton University where he spends his time walking along the canal, listening to music too loudly and having late-night ice cream cake parties. He’s been previously published in flo. Literary Magazine, Young Voices Magazine, TOP Zine and their bedroom wall.
