The Long Road

I took the long way around the cemetery.
The dew so heavy on the grass
I could see my footprints.
Often I stopped to watch the dew rise.

I listened to the birds.
I watched them fly from tree top to tree top.
A Blue Bird flew down onto the pavement urging me on.
He stayed just out of camera's range.
I walked faster hoping to get closer.

As I climbed the last hill Mr. Blue Bird flew to the top of the tree near my gate.
I stopped and rested for a minute too.
The sun had risen high into the sky.
I felt warm in my sweater.
I was thirsty.

I had walked for an hour.