Straddling a life between town and country,
I remember you once stood on a snake.
You never saw it as we were shouting,
Until you moved and it slithered away.
Once you walked into a concrete column,
As I told you to hurry and catch up.
But you were focused and a little solemn,
Just searching for green anoles close up.
So many times you fell into a pond,
And I had to pull you out of the mud.
You were just looking to find what’s beyond.
You were happy to risk bruises and blood.
But I wonder now if you see my life.
As only pixels tell me of your strife.