Concord Summer 2016

I am walking… my footfalls…yellow and green cause I am very green now …and perhaps a little yellow over the bridge that heard the first return …I wander musket powder dusted rails remain in staunch salute flickering time travelers catch in my mind’s eye blood stained earth echoes over there ….on the left by the rock and flag My footfalls lay quietly down in dusty rainless soil hard packed by sunlight and those whose paths…. are pilgrimage here Depressions of heat waves flow in the dust, spin up…fall down coat my bare toes ….and when it rains …if it rains…even for a moment… it just creates dust waves the drops do not sink in to nourish crops have run dry… like my tears no berries or busting fruit from my vines my face is lined Still I guiltily love the crest of sunlight each morning across my white walls shelves and selves I know I need pray for rain… I have hips pains, knee pains …but no rains Still there is joy to be had and I have it! a straw hat…a friend’s laugh…my glass of sparkling evening wine… and blind trust hope is chirping like spring peepers “All in good time …grasshopper...all in good time”