Ambling Down
By Linda A. Copp

Ambling down this deserted street,
I touch the stones and broken branches 
lying by its side.
My thoughts are rambling patterns.
I'm quiet and stirring,
and completely at peace.

Look at me, the only one here.
I am quite unlike all others 
and they unlike me.
An entity alone breathing,
I sense the magic touch of God
in everything.

The flowers both pretty and wilting,
huge hewed rocks protruding above 
and from the earth.
Trees bending, bowing, guarding.
Children playing, 
laughing in the distance,

And everything held deep within,
kept within the petals of my heart,
each branch and child,
Drunk through my eyes, 
savored in my thoughts,
Romping freely through my brain 
like a child at play!

By Linda A. Copp ©