PICKETT FENCE
Look at life
Walking down the fence
Dragging my stick
From one to the other
Click click click
Something about it
The movement sound
Feeling in my hand
Cracks on the sidewalk
Moving by
Don’t step on one
Or you’ll
A few Phlox
Reach through
Smiling and playful
A little anthill popping up
They never stop
Do they
Always building
Cleaning
Duck under the purple
Butterfly bush
Covered with fluttering life
Click click click
Time seems to slow down
The warmth of
The afternoon sun
Blots in and out
From behind the leaves
Warming my face
The old lady waves
From the screened in
Porch where she sits
All day knitting
For a moment
I feel I’m stopped
And everything is
Moving past
I look
At life