I stare

I stand

at the patio door

staring out

while rain renews

the garden

yet I feel left out

much like Grade 7

when the all stars chose

friends to play on “their” side

and I was always left last,

little did they know I had a killer arm

and striked out the faves every time.

I never could run then but I was fierce

when it came to protecting my base

besides payback was grand at the time

yet many years on I still yearn to be outside

and run once again as I did back then

over well worn paths with the sun in my face

and hair flowing surrounded by the chorus

of morning summer bird song cheering

me on with not a care in the world

but those days are over,

cranky knees yell when pushed

and those solitary paths

are overrun with idiots

who won't allow

a soul peace,

and I continue

to stare...