My Sidewalk Walk Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

Walks are for solitary things
Where we find renewal and fresh energy on the best of days,
But on days that fall short
Then they can be sullen affairs

Much like a rain that turns from gentle to angry
Where we dwell on everything muted by maize
turning color into a blanket of grey
Where we can see no outline of our thoughts

Those so weighed with agony and despair
That even the dew drops on the flowers fall flatter
than the thinnest eggshell,
Is this agony here to stay?

Where the bonds of permanence
cast a spell so far outside the tides
of serenity they will never again find home
Should this be my burden? My human plight?

Suddenly a flicker caught my eye
Two shapes I couldn't see with a clear eye
The walkway was only a shadow
Marking this surprise my feet griped the slippery walkway

Rolling, darting, chasing?
One top of the other, then the other on top
My mind heard giggles?
or was it squeals of laughter?

I couldn't tell what they were
but I didn't need
for innocent play is easy to see
delight joined with happiness is easy to hear, could it be anything other?

I ask but one question, if they - why not I