A Few Steps Behind
Often, when I find myself as part of a crowd,
I slow my steps, gladly falling a little bit behind
so I can escape the bluster of voices, too loud.
It puts me in a more tranquil frame of mind.
Don't think I'm strange because I walk slowly.
Make no judgement because you don't know me.
I take the back row at movies or a concert hall.
When I'm with friends, walking on a sandy beach,
I'm looking for sea glass; a few steps behind I fall.
They're always within my sight. Never out of reach.
Often, I'm called 'slow poke,' with gentle teasing,
but I find falling behind others to be quite pleasing.
~ written for Mark Toney's 'Flash Poetry Challenge'
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