I Walk Among Recordings

I Walk Among Recordings

of life’s journal

that juts out

from shrubs with prickles

to shackle you

and erase any vanity

that clings to you. Suddenly

a feral cat

generous with purring

interferes with your movement-

wants to invite itself

into your life.

Water laps silent

as a doe on this trail

seeking the smell

of an only son

 as she slips into a copse

of fir trees. A dear

lady replaces her – much

to my satisfaction &

approaches me

bold as morning dew.

She easily claims me with

a flicker of eyebrows

and I am restored to a

great goal in life-

to walk proudly by

my wife’s side.