Sonnet III: Step after Step

First, second, third, and fourth, I walk alone
With measured footsteps, each one as the last;
My future is as hopeless as the past;
These plodding steps, the only things I own.

I face my work, I wake, I sleep, I hone
My pace to take more measured steps. Not fast
Nor slow, I have become adept at last
At going nowhere. See how I have grown

Such roots, and with such care, which but permit
The taking of a single measured step
And then another–fancy how they fit
My feet. This pace would scarcely ever let
Me eat, except that I might starve to death
And that would end the measure of my breath.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence: click here to read it all:


4 responses to “Sonnet III: Step after Step

    • I remember you reading this one to me some months ago, emphasising the cadence of it. I imagine I shouldn’t be surprised that this is one you particularly like, given its musicality, so to speak.


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