Stroller Boy

Out for My
thirty-minute trek
to the tune of
Indie-Rockin’ in
my earbuds,
My only concession
to the Exercise-a-holic
Twenty-Thousand-Steppers
colonizing my
Facebook page with
their boasts.

I’ll forgive Them
to the tune of
Slow Dances and
The Winnetka Bowling League,

or, even better,

I’ll float in
The Wisdom
of The Little One
I just stepped aside for
on the narrow trail,

pushed in a stroller
by a grinning Father,
body too young
to toddle.

But when He
looked at Me,
I knew that Little One,
eyes lit and
sweet half-smile,

may have had
a hundred Lifetimes
to loft His soul,

to light Mine
for a few
love-leaking seconds.

Thank you,
Little One,
and welcome back
to The Planet.

(Photo by Alyssa Stevenson; UnSplash)