Up the Goat Path
I zigzagged my way up the goat path to the cabin,
pushed my suitcase up the spiral stairs,
fell asleep to the buzz of cicadas.
Long past twilight, I woke to a lightning bug,
wondered how it got inside,
why in an empty room
the flashing was so insistent.
I fought sleep to admire its luminescence,
see whether the light would come closer. Dawn
revealed only the smoke alarm.
Funny! how easily fooled we can be when
fogged by fatigue. You captured it so well.
You trick me in a good way. I laughed out loud when I got through the punch line. Thank you…
This is one of my favorite poems of LexPoMo so far! So much precisely compressed here
Too funny!