Shrink Wrapped

The days go by as I walk around the man made lake, churning the tides of time backwards making butter from the gold and brown broth a solitary wanderers on the same gravel path. Always a person for whom the flow meant danger from spring to summer, I walk the scene with cheery “mornin’s” popping the insular bubbles of self imposed Silence. The days go by as spring returned to my aged step. The flow lures the weary mind tired of treading water. Glassine eyes cataract dimmed clear and lift to blue skies. Familiar faces grin back hooked on a cheery “mornin’” Marshaled resources clockwise turn. Forward thinking, right sided, occasion walks from summer to fall popping the insular bubbles of self imposed Silence.