All in Jest
I look down at my black shoes.
I can hear the crinkle of the stones beneath my tread.
The dirt road smiles at my existence.
A row of trees winks at me as I pass.
I snap my fingers, I flip a coin.
I smile to my ears and giggle through my nose.
It’s all in jest.
I spot a ball by the side of the path.
I wonder what became of its owner.
I tap it with my toe, then scramble after it like a young child scampering to the bathroom.
A lady bug tries to steal my ball.
I call her by name and she fearfully flies away.
I leave the ball for another to find.
The stones they crinkle beneath my feet.
It’s all in jest.
It’s always all in jest