Hiding

bushes surround me with their thickness

it is the warm, familiarity of everyday life

no need to put the toes in the water

no need to stretch the arms out to the path

the stepping stones are gone from view

just walking in place so no one knows

there is a difference in my melancholy days

hopeful for the big win that might change tomorrow

new surroundings where a brief walk, a photo,

might encourage a smile where no one sees

for now I am camouflaged in the bushes

the path is a stranger where everyone is cold

and I look for the clouds to part, to bring sunshine

but for now, amongst the branches, I am hiding