WALK

No jokes or puns but poetry turning into a hand sewn patchwork turning into a quilt.

Walk - a poem by Frederick Fields reflecting my heart and head at the moment.

I stumbled upon his poem online, while searching for Patti Smith’s poetry. I haven’t been able to find other poems or even more information about him. That feels strange but also familiar. A pain of unanswered questions. Floating around without history or context but heavy with substance nevertheless. I absolutely love it. I hope i may and will do it justice with this work.