If I were to map my footprints they would be in lines
drawn thick with repetition
my commute to and fro
the direction of travel always
up
down
left right
straight along
back again
Daily paths predictable
rigid
angular
I see kids and how they map their day
how they travel the world as they run, walk, skip, spangle, jump,
hop, throw themselves around with gusto and abandon.
Greeting any space without map, without plan
no preconceived ideas of 'here first, then there'
no list
Seeing just trees to dart round
boulders to ascend
bushes to ambush
Their daily lines all smudgy and zigzagged
snaking and twirly
wildly arranged
no pattern except
light-hearted
dots and dashes
demarking their criss-crossed
freedom paths.
This is beautiful and provides real food for thought.
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