Walking on Rocks

For a moment,
I recalled wading
on the rocks
beyond the lily pads,
that ringed the edge of Hawkeye Lake,

looking down at my funny feet
morphing comically
below the water -

happy -

with my-best-friend-forever
walking with me, in squeals
of plopping slip-sliding steps -

without a care in the world.

Without a clue:
that life could take away

bitterly, take away -
that which it bestowed so freely

in the glory of youth.

photo:  Walking on Rocks - W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke