BOOT POEM THERAPY

I joked about it;

called it retail therapy—

walk around the mall

look more than buy;

it helped,

for a while,

kept things from going bump

in the night.

My  kindly doctor called it

boot therapy—

put on your boots

and walk;

the pounds began

to disappear,

but the goblins stayed.

My friend called it

boot poem therapy,

put on your boots,

walk, write a poem—

the words will come

slowly at first

but they will come,

and I wrote

about whatever

accompanied me

on my walk.

None of my poems

were about goblins.

John A. Bayerl, February 4, 2012

Today I chatted with a dear friend who told me about what her doctor called  the boot diet--when she gets hungry she puts on her boots and walks.I suggested that she may wish to write a poem while she's out walking about--kind of kills two birds with one stone; takes care of your physical and mental health.  I'll be anxious to see the poem she writes.  

Last night I saw the movie The Artist.  Screwed up all my courage and went alone.  It's still so hard to do that sort of thing without Gwen.  I thought the movie was great, and it took my mind off of being by myself; ever so slowly I'll get used to my status as a single person.  Have to learn how to behave all over again.  It was so much easier when I was in my early 20s.   

Brother Dick stopped by for a visit this morning.  We always have a lot to talk about, and I know he is always there for me.  He has a good heart.  

No matter how alone, or how lonely I may be, Dear, you are always with me.