across my path a new path flowed.

a temporal creek,

a gift from the rain gods to the peepers and creepers.

i stamp my feet,

drumming my presence to all who may be present.

I can not see them, but it would be rude

(and possibly dangerous for us both)

not to knock.

(i am in Florida, home of many snakes)

then barefoot

i enter their path,

if only for a moment.

it is cool and wet.

the soft sand gives gently as i wade thru.

Thank you

i call as my naked foot leaves the water,

Thank you for letting me share your path,

 i hope you enjoy sharing mine.