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)
i enter their path,
if only for a moment.
it is cool and wet.
the soft sand gives gently as i wade thru.
i call as my naked foot leaves the water,
Thank you for letting me share your path,
i hope you enjoy sharing mine.