Black Bird

I noticed this morning that the Impatiens I planted at my mum and dads gravesite appeared over watered. So I left them to dry out. From the cemetery I rode my bicycle to the Culham Trail, though I was feeling physically uninspired. But then I persevered and soon found myself following the trail all the way to the end. At the bridges I stopped and watched the river. When I reached South Meadowvale I just kept going until I was close enough to the highway that I could hear it. I circled around the factories and warehouses, which were mostly all closed because it was Sunday. When I found a small Maple tree, I stopped and laid down in its shade. Here I pondered the big questions. The lyrics to a song came to me, while a beautiful black bird poked about in the grass nearby. I then continued on my way, stopping briefly at my old school. From there I followed the road to my childhood home.