Back and forth you walk
dodging people with trolleys
mobile phones

You plan your picnic
know what needs to be done
their order
the least energy
the fewest footsteps
the quickest route

But still you recross your tracks
revisit premises done
things change
ideas occur
items missed
crowds cause chaos

Physical fatigue sets in
mental fatigue sets in
lose track of time
make no sense
sight shifts a little
feet ache

Where am I?
What was I saying?

Heading for home . . . .

(c)  Jud House   4/04/2013

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