Bluebonnet Road

Though I have snagged my shirt
on bits of this barbed wire day,
and herded my thoughts
into a narrow pasture
where no birds sing,
perhaps I can yet reach
that barefoot feeling
thought reserved for children
who spend their smiling hours
counting skips of rocks in summer streams.
I will dream my way to that,
wait for a host of stars to blossom
on bluebonnet road.