The city stirs—
a baker dusts flour from her hands,
a driver hums at a red light,
a mother braids her daughter’s hair,
her fingers patient, unhurried.
Across town, someone stands at a doorstep,
hands in their pockets, rehearsing hello.
Someone else presses send on a message
they were afraid to write.
A barista slides a coffee across the counter
to a stranger who needed warmth today.
On the other side of town,
a child ties their own shoes for the first time.
A traveler unfolds a map,
tracing a road they did not expect to take.
A hand reaches for another, and this time,
it is not withdrawn.
And here—
a girl in a yellow coat
leans into the wind, arms outstretched,
laughing as if balance were a game,
as if gravity itself might bend in her favor.
Not everything will be certain.
Not everything will be easy.
But still, the world tilts forward,
and we are carried with it—
step by step, breath by breath,
toward whatever comes next.
About the Creator
Solomon Walker
Artist, Photographer, Poet, Entrepreneur. Director, Museum of Digital Fine Arts (MoDFA). Solomon is also curator at MoDFA Connector on X (Twitter).
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Comments (2)
Life always moves forward and we just gotta keep up with it. Loved your poem!
Sometimes, you got to have faith! Great work