Without Direction

Yes, almost lost in a picture in a museum,
but I am not stopping; I am stepping in:
a breezy, carefree walk along the Hudson.

There are many aromas to my new breezes;
best, wafting, growing scents of coffee
with hints of cinnamon and toasted sourdough.

I am alone totally surrounded, eyes on me,
within the comfort and fortitude of Spring
with no worry for lunch nor bed for the night.

I could easily end my day as I have started it,
a simple figure in the distance, faint to most eyes,
I remain stroked into a background along the Hudson.