Rambling in Spain
It was green
A pocket plant
For a couple
Black and red
Beetles
And rabbits
They looked at me
And I at them
Then they did what I can’t
They vanished
Not a sound or twitch
To be able to just stay
Hidden and watch it all
Drift by
The handsome waiter shock my hand
I had been the one to smile
To ask him how he was
We had eaten already so passed by
His outstretched menu
But the day was hot and he looked
Roasted as a Sunday duck
I grasped both hands
and humanity was good again
50 lengths of the pool
Easy peasy salmon squeeesy
Dee swam smooth
Ava was a mermaid
Luke like a swimmer with shoulders
The Spanish girls admired
I miss the mats the sweet the puzzle
Of my physical heaven of Brazilian
Jiu jitsu but I’m lifting and swimming
And walking and eating