There it is, again

wandering

wandering through wood

dusky and damp

eyes to the ground

intent on my destination

and not the journey

and there it was

like a slap across the face

that branch I swear

came from nowhere

to send my glasses flying

and leave me stunned

and with a trickle

ever so slight

of blood

running down my face

it happens all the time

I fear

I wander through my day

my life

and suddenly

there it is

impact

a picture

a phrase

an action

something anything

staggers me

and suddenly

anger

suddenly regret

ah the things I carry around

inside me

ah the inner garbage I thought I had dumped

processed

recycled

it is still there

ready to emerge at the least excuse

thanks for the wake up call, life

thanks for the power to heal, Spirit

and so I gather myself

and once again

move on