Quiet Summer Day

Quiet Summer Day grocery sack hangs heavy on Mom’s back she stops to wave goodbye before drifting down the path finally free, I drop down, my back straightened by the birch bark kick off my shoes, socks and wave my freed toes, stretch, curl and relax undisturbed, a robin nibbles the grass growing past my feet, pecks, looks around pecks, looks around, comfortable in each other’s company, unconcerned quietness equalizes our differences until a breeze startles the grass and the robin bounds away leaving me by my lonesome