Wandering along a wild garden path
laid flat with loose bracken and burrs.
Bare feet, optimism, ready to laugh,
and a cheese sandwich,
it occurs to me that I've walked this path before.
 
In a time when walking was the way
in full skirts that would sway.
But then I'd naked feet too,
for some characteristics remain,
even in a new life change.
 
Then I tripped, and I fell.
In the distance rang out a bell
marking a change in time.
And my laughter rang clear.
I squashed my sandwich,
and hurt my rear!
 
For concentration is needed,
to refine the balance
of step upon step,
before past and future are met,
as we weave down this present
wild garden path,
our skills merely a crescent...
 
Well, let us laugh!
Take care,
don't walk so fast!
 

© Sara Smerdon