Walking through a mountain trail
The rhythm of the mind
Consistent with falling branches
And chirping birds …
Words escape
From atop the head
While thoughts seep
Through soles of feet
Which can’t be read
Bought or found
In books or stores
Along Main Street
Now what just is it
That gets some thinking
While trudging up
And slipping down
Muddy hills and dales
Old news rhythm and blues
Is best for less arguing
Knowing the outcomes
Good or bad happy and sad
Like the day I met you