My Presents

I walk on the dirt road A suitcase in hand. A few pairs of clothes In a variety of colors. Red, white, and green, I select them on purpose For I walk light and far. Light load on the road, I can see The grass, the cattails and the daffodils, They wave as if fairy wind dusting over and Tossing my pixy hair. In time for me to notice the colorful rocks That lead me to the stream where my toes feel naked And I welcome the current flowing. Crossing over the stream I find a spot. The balmy air is sedative. The rock has my back The grass pampers my feet The wind messages my face My pixy hair dances in tandem. A brief reprieve For me to look up at the sky To witness the cloud Shape a star. I trace my name On it, for the present, Before the journey edges me on. November 9, 2020