This short poem was written from material gathered on an unintentional text walk that I did last week.
I was simply trying to get some exercise, to get my mind and body moving a bit more, as I continue to work my way through the after effects of COVID. However, seeing the flattened cardboard of the ‘Sunkist GROWERS’ boxes triggered something … so I took out my phone to photograph these squashed boxes … and then, one thing led to another … and I soon found myself text walking.
(Monday, July 11th, 2022)