Man walks down the road,
Arms and legs move in strength-filled gait.
His head is turned in salutary pose.
"Look at that guy's walk...
He looks confident, doesn't he?"
He imagines music that feeds his soul.
Man walks into Starbucks,
His shoulders and hips are comfortably low.
He turns deliberately to the newspaper rack,
Then moves with purpose to the counter.
Coffee and paper in hand,
He walks complete to his still-warm car,
And returns to his private space.
At home, Tchiakowsky or Debussy quietly play.
Man walks down the aisle.
He processes in Grace,
The music is triumphant, resolute,
"All glory, laud and honor".
His head turns, he smiles lovely.
I nod. Thanks be to God.