Monday morning I fled the house
wanting to escape the exterminator.
I drove to the park, away from the crime scene.
The plan was three rounds on the trail through the woods:
one to warm up, one for moving fast
and the last to slow down - three miles total.
My mind was cluttered - thoughts of
last week's stress, the weekend's wonders
and desperate yearnings to follow my bliss.
Near the three-quarter mile mark I almost missed him
as he quickly slithered through the tall wheat-colored grass toward the lake
his bulging blue as that lake eyes and thick, aged gray skin were gorgeous.
I did hear him mumble though - pay attention girl - as he made his escape
and I did. On the next round I heard it all
birds singing, the trees' leaves moving in the breeze, rushing water.
Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Snake.