The Walkers

I just jumped up from my desk
As I heard a strange clacking sound
Seemed like heavy rain drops
But it was the walkers going past
Click, click, tap, tap, click
Their poles hit the street.

Every Wednesday we see them
As they stride out together
Five female friends
On a weekly adventure
They never miss
They think of it all the time.

The poles give them strength
Their walk unites them in rhythm
Their longed-for escape
From the noise and nonsense of their lives
I hear their faint chattering now
As they disappear from my view.