WE STOP FOR LEMONADE
On day nine
We walk fast and pause often.
We spread kindness step by step along The Way.
We follow foot prints frozen by time
Into a road that winds us around one another
And all who have passed-
And passed This Way.
Soul by soul
We acknowledge humanity:
Sitting on the side of The Way selling sweets and smiles.
Walking along alone Only color, a companion.
Or taking fotos with friends at waterfalls.
Coins are really eyes that see- language a barrier easily crossed
Along The Way.
On day nine
A gummy bear invites us to honor a child
Blessed by the pause of a raised hand.
A bell invites me to stop and honor the closest person I’ve had to a grandfather-
Memories of nature and music
And a lagoon of limpets
Follow me for a while.
Later we do not chase the sun
But run with the rain
Through unfamiliar Spanish streets
Surprised faces waving from doorways
Only multiply our joy
And light Our Way like
The yellow arrows we seek.
We run from cars but do not hide from their spray-
Pilgrims splashing and dancing through
Rather than stopping for shelter along The Way
This time.
On day nine
The bridge that peeked at us from afar in the morning
Is underfoot by noon.
The pain from yesterday’s journey
Is swept up in the wave of TODAY.
We are blessed by the pause of a raised hand.
We stop at lemonade stands all
Along The Way.
