Stroll

It’s this pace
if pace this 
strolling even is
never to go 
ever to mind 
just a drip
drip drip down 
one way back
another stopping and 
stooping to see
a glimpse of 
some glimmering glint 
of sea glass 
and then I
go continuing on 
with no further 
care than cottonwood 
and cottontail parachutes