prairie path

walking along the prairie path,
gentle September breeze,
pale blue sun lit sky,
fake sunflowers, hyacinth, goldenrod
strolling past
when realizing I wasn't alone,
footsteps gently crushing limestone,
not a word was said
as I tried to recall the many questions,
not  a one came to mind
only raspy singing of grasshoppers
and occasional twitters of goldfinch passing bye.
nothing seemed to matter
once realizing I was not walking alone.