Something silly

My rambunctious hat and
preposterous shoes
I find that when I spend some time in solitude and silence, eventually the silly comes. Usually unbeaconed. One such moment on retreat resulted in this poem.

"Pink Shoes"

When I am alone
in the wild
I can wear my preposterous pink shoes
and my rambunctious floppy hat.

I could always wear them
I suppose
but it is more fun alone.

I can trudge up the
so very steep hill,
full throttle,
sweating and out of breath
[I can stop if I want]

I can turn my walking stick
into a baton
[Hold on a minute, that's a good idea. Let's pause and I'll do just that.]

I can sit and swing on the hilltop
and unafraid
with you.

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