What Happens On The Trail (Poem)

I walk down the shaded trail

And gather in my hands the strands of sunlight

That filter through the tangled branches of the trees.

I weave them into garlands and fling them into the air.

They land on passersby, the human, animal, and even avian.

Eyes glow briefly in unknowing wonder,

As they are gently draped in unseen light.

I smile to myself then stumble on a rock.

The rustle of leaves and the warble of birds

Follow me as I fall.