A day of surprises…
a wrong turn yielded
a chance encounter with new friends
who were dancing in the park
on this fine summer day…
a walk down to the river
hot sand and cool stones
laughing and splashing
a sunburn to show for it.
Our new friends offered
food and kindness;
we accepted.
More laughter and hugs good-bye.
As we drove back home
I mused about
what true wealth really is.
Aug4
Beautiful!
Thank you! I’ve really been appreciating your poems and the artwork that you curate for your posts. Thank you for that too!
My Pleasure!
Your poems have a calming effect on my manic mind! Peace to you!
😀
Ah, dreamy! I sometimes wonder about the “wrong turns” and “chance encounters” I’ve experienced. Was the turn wrong? Was the encounter by chance?
And, more often I wonder, how can I cultivate more of those experiences?
Thank you.
Vincent
Thank you Vincent for stopping by–so nice to hear from you. And yes, was the turn wrong? I love the idea that there are no mistakes in this wonderful crazy life…that everything happens from some reason. ❤ ❤ ❤