Miz Q's Prompt 2: Perambulation

http://imprompt.wordpress.com/2013/04/02/april-two/

Perambulation

I measure time by how a body sways

the lilting of head, the toss of hair

In carefree beach stepping free fall

or slow jiggle, the belly, so full of beer

pacing after hard labor or long haul

the confidence of corporate Jane or Joe

I measure time by how a body sways

people watching from the park bench

paper and pen at the ready, steady

to immortalize each and every one

each unique, not one better than the other,

Life - dancing; Father, mother, sister, brother

I measure time by how a body sways

They each display their own rhythm

I try to walk briefly in their boots or shoes

to understand both their joys and blues

To walk the wire or jump the skipping rope

each of us has a place for peace and hope

©JP/davh

Note: I stink at formal forms. This I know and know full well.

I can count, do some maths, but formal forms is not my thing.

I should add; because some might not visit the link...
"(I measure time by how a body sways)"
is from; I knew a Woman by Theodore Roethke