Well, it will probably be
like other times. I pull the bell
and wait for the arrival
of the magic zip line ride.

Like other times, I’ll probably
wait a while. Sit down,
kick at little rocks, notice
ferns and moss,
look up at every sound, hoping to see
a little carriage trundling down the line.

And probably after a while
(like other times)
I’ll get up and start
to pick my way down
through the brush
and the steep slides of the ravine
to the other side,
and climb the hill myself.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2014