Thoughts Left Trailing…
Walking on instinct, thoughts mapping out
the steps of my day-
– final destination 36 kilometers
on a bus that stops-all-stops
through rural towns linked by a busy highway…
… I enjoy that route
from metropolis to metropolis
through undulating hills
past grassy plains and strawberry farms
dairy-cows-grazing knee deep pasture…
… where was I… that’s right, walking on instinct
planning out the steps of my day
so involved was I
I almost missed the fresh bright changes of Spring-
– the little things, that almost slip by
unseen by inward gazing eyes
last remnants of morning dew
glossy leaves of pinkish hue
budding weeds, purple and blue
grace the borders of the path…
Morning air feels perky
feint traces of Winter linger in the Spring
not yet burdened by the humid heaviness of Summer –
– mentally ticking off the mundane chores
bank, post office, news agents
detour to the ladies room
to reach the bus depot, just in time to catch
the 631 stops-all-stops
through rural towns where time slows down
micro-meditating through finger-printed windows
as the bus rattles past cow-mown meadows
and chuckling creeks as clear as glass.
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Poetry & Photos – SharonleeGoodhand©20-Sep-15
