Somnambulation

Hayley Ng || Spring 2025

I walk,
not wander,
down the dotted yellow line of a two-way road 

not wander, because that would imply 
a lack of a destination

to a place I do not know of
but one this body has. 
There are no cars in front of me 

or,
though I do not turn my head,
behind me.

This is true, 

not because I see it, but because 
I know it to be so

in the same way that I know 
with my eyes closed which 
elbow or leg is bent as
I walk,

not wander,

down this two-way road.