Which way should we go?
And You, small singer of Eeny Meeny Miney,
obviously know the right way.
Down the Blackberry Trail
with walls of teasing blossoms and late summer promises,
June bees working joyously while we do other work.
The work of lollygagging and examining fine sand with our toes,
making the finest perfume of crushed balm and mugwort, or
running ahead to find the perfect hiding spot.
Emerging from the shadows, You shuffle out onto the path, stick in your hand,
a cane, you say, because you are practicing transformation and
deception through illusion, and you are old.
Then you are off again, disappearing down a side path
into dappled shade and the bank of the sweetest creek.
Seasonal change has slowed the current to a trickle, but
there is still enough water to carry the leaf boats you make.
You shout encouragement to your floats, urging them along with sticks.
Sitting above you on a fallen tree, I watch this moment, basking in grace
and struggling with time and most of all secretly hoping that
your boat gets caught in an eddy.
Just a little one. Because You
are so glorious
and it is already mid-summer
and soon we will be on the path again
and you will be skipping ahead.
All photos taken on Blackberry Trail at Ragle Ranch regional park.
What mid-summer glories are you enjoying? (And for you in the So. Hemisphere, how’s your winter?)