The path

by: Isabelle Attar

 

I’m walking down the path.

Hands free, eyes free, mind free.

Breeze speaks to me through the trees leaving me feeling peaceful.

I stop

I breath

I walk

I see

In the shadows, a rabbit.

There’s a small white rabbit.

It, that small thing, is gratis on the moonlit path I walk on

 

I’m walking down the path, connected.

Hands enslaved, eyes busy, mind taken.

The breeze flows unnoticed.

I feel broken yet secure with my phone in hand

I trip

I stop

I curse

I walk

Unaware of the moonlight.

Unaware of the shadows.

 

So, how do we define what happiness is?