Trekking Walmart

Maybe some of you older Substackers will remember the "mall walking" craze a few decades back. With Fitbits, big box stores prove to be good places to get in your all-important steps.

I hiked Walter's Wiggles once

Zigzagging up the red cliff trail

Toward Angel's Landing.

The daughter scurried to the top

While husband and I drowsed

Among other spent souls

Satisfied to remain at Scouts.

A decade gone and I still hike

Avoiding chasms of cheap clothes

Bypassing fabrics

Yarn, beads, and watercolors.

My goal is to press

Through the labyrinth

Of dairy, meat, and produce.

Foraging among the freezers

I pick only the edibles I can mix

With something rich and spicy.

The cereal aisle is a boulder crawl.

Liquor heightens the risk of falling.

I browse among the bread, but

I won't go near the baked goods

Too perilous for my balance.

Once I reach the pinacle

I return through the maze.

Electronics and Gardening beckon

The trail to Camping

Is closed to me these days.

But it's the books

The bin of novels

That beg me to abide

In this wilderness.

I must not rest though.

I must push onward.

My feet hurt, and besides

It's another mile to the car.

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