WOODEN WALKWAY

In a Mountain holler

I decided to walk

I didn’t want distractions

I didn’t want to talk.

 

I came upon a wooden walkway

strange among the trees.

I decided to diverge,

which is not like me at all

 

I’m a stubborn sort of man

who can’t follow the flow.

 

Hidden birds

stressed with song

warned  others I was

here.

 

The wooden walkway

I had chosen

opened up,

to a spectacular view.

 

One of which, I would have liked

to share my love with you.

 

The birds are quiet now

I no longer pose a threat

maybe I’ll stay here

I’m a PTSD Vet.