Stillness in flight

I walked and walked and walked, and on the way I found the most succulent and perfect oily antipasta arti-choke in a delicatessen, I found the tattooed wall of berlin engraved with the names and histories of a thousand thousand people I will never meet and the ones standing around me, I walked its length and kept walking, I walked in and out and without looking at a map, I walked through and under, always aware of my vague orientation. I walked all the way back here, and when I stopped my body still felt like it was walking, and my mind run circles around the insides of my eyes. I unzipped my bag unpacked a bottle of olive oil and a can of cherry tomatoes. When I peeled back the tin lid I found some of the tomatoes still had their starred green tops.