we decided after leaving the city
to take a nature walk. Mr. Google
said there was a trail nearby
on Irrigation Road, we followed
directions, ended up at a grey
concrete building with a dead cactus
in front. False start.
It turned out to be admin headquarters,
the trail being 6.2 miles in the opposite direction.
Mr. Google grinned wickedly. When finally
we reached our destination, our angst
at Mr. Google dissipated into fingers
of cypress and pin oak, our feet cushioned
by seasons of leaves and soft brown earth. I confess
to feeling a bit of apprehension at the quiet
with only the echoes of bird calls and soft
rustlings of creatures in the bush. Years of city
life have programmed me to be suspicious,
always watching for danger, years
of wandering the woods far behind me.
I missed the familiarity and mourned the loss.
Shared on d’Verse Poets Pub, Open Link night