Stuck Lucky

I was maybe seven when mixed with the crowd joined a yearly procession on foot to St Michael Crossing brooks enchanting colorful farms in flower in less than three hours reached mount St Michael A festive band was playing colorful stands were selling with little friends I played then joined the adults praying At noon on grass all sat hungrily eating bread then scattering downhill left in family groups or friends Trembling heart and hands discombobulated searched for one that looked familiar to lead me safely back Like back to life I felt still sitting on the grass my aunt astonished said: with us going back?