He walks lightly
along this world
not leaving footprints
while others kick stones
and trip on uneven land.
Amazing how some can hide
for a while and make it shelter
in time to sleep.
While others have a hard time
finding lodging.
Is this a poem?
or a self-mumblings?
I don’t know
All I know
it is a beautiful day
and the land is flat
and the sun not too hot.