Beat Feet Poetry

I was looking outside my window the other day and saw this woman walking to her car. I had music playing and was tapping my foot to the beat. Eventually I started timing her walking to the beat of the song. It was in perfect unison and it was magical.

I thought to myself about how we walk. How people swing their arms back and forth and move their feet left and right in a beat-like pattern. I am sure a lot of people do this and I think it is amazing. How people move their feet to a beat. It's almost like poetry. Always on a beat of words that never stop flowing and rolling out of the tongue.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

The feet start the beat and the arms sway along and then the hips get into it swaying side to side. Walking seems like a dance that nobody notices. I have begun to notice that everyone walks a little different.

Some people walk with a purpose, arms swinging violently, each stride very long and purposeful, never slowing down.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Others walk with security, holding their backpack straps in their hands, clutching their purse, on their toes, but moving slowly, looking around as to notice everyone.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

Others walk lethargically, slow, like a turtle, almost bobbing around waiting for something to stop them.

Left, right, left, right, left, right.

All very poetic and beautiful. Everyone of them telling us something different. Something about themselves and the creativity flowing out of them.

And then people read things differently. And reading is like walking, except we do it in our head. I mean, people will probably read this in a different beat than I do.

This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.
This is probably why people add italics to certain words for emphasis.

Whether it be with words, body, or soul I think we're all poets and we just don't know it.