We Had a Moment
The grove and I had a moment
cold patch hot patch ghostly bent
rolling on nuts
avoiding the skid into fluffy white butts
the grove and I had a moment;
hiking along at a steady clip
more nuts, tree roots
trying not to trip
nor slip
sounds of snapping twigs signaling I am not alone
I ask for protection while leaving my senses to hone
the grove and I had a moment;
being outside lends me creativity and is something I enjoy
runner’s high turned speed walker leaving me to buoy.
