As I Trudge
Inspired by “Golf III Harlequin” by Petra Cortright
As I trudge through the irksome swampland,
The icy water ascend my legs,
Diving into my shoe and hugging my foot,
Trapping it in a frigid coating.
The flowers undulate under me as I step down,
petals caressing, cushioning,
Tickling me, as they climb my weary legs.
An orange haze muffles my vision,
Filtering my view of the world
Immense mountains watch in stillness.
The vibrant sun lights my way,
A vivid green scene that demands attention from my skimming eye.
As I trek along my path,
Clouds spot my vision
As white as whipped cream on top of a sweet Sunday
The clouds run across the sky.
I see a cat, running away from something
And a dog, chasing the cat
And a face, looking down of our world
And a fox, lying down for a rest
I see a mouse, scurrying around
And a horse, galloping away
And a heart, beating continuously
And a great lion, displaying its mane for all to see
As I trudge through the swamp,
Great stillness envelopes me,
All quiet, all calm
Except for the clouds,
An endless circus trapesing through the air,
A spectacle wanting to be seen.