On my path, it rains,
my dry skin moisturized.
For the first time, I stop,
observing the bend up the way,
inhaling the fragrant orchard bloom
I try to understand, how I never noticed
the bloom of thistles, water lilies,
dog rose, blue bells, dragonflies.
My steps are overwhelmed
by the need not to move, conflicted
by what lies up ahead, predators in between
lie each side in wait, to take: