Walk In the Park
WALK IN THE PARK
a lovely late afternoon
sun and shade at eighty
perfect degrees
my toes curl up inside
my sneakers, not
in shape for this season
of walking
surprised to see
a baby bump
bopping along
with expectant runner
i walk steadily toward the wooden bridge,
cross over the creek,
take a little dirt path,
loop back
as i cross the green grass
a huge American crow, leaves
his perch
with a snack
as long as it’s not me
i’m okay
a little too close for comfort
‘he’s the alpha...he’s the alpha!’
i have no illusions, i
tread lightly
not meeting his eyes
keeping mine on the trail
and my trek continues
without peril
i round the path
where a lady sits
with her two huskies
under a tree
i say hello to several walkers
the general
“nice weather we’re having”
one lady keeps to herself
to her cell i should say
but that’s the prerogative
of the introvert
and shy
we have gone around a couple times
passing face to face
so i finally have to ask
the pregnant lady
and she pauses
perhaps
prepared with an answer
“so i just have to ask, how far
along are you?”
she tells me 39 weeks
says it’s any day
i give a warm blessing
and i head for the car
thanking God
for this early Autumn day
spent with strangers
in the park
9/25/2017
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