When it is that I go
to nature,
to all the wildness untamed,
it is here that I find myself
again, away from the
wolves of my day, away from
the knives sharpened for
the feast, to the clarity
of the breathing trees,
and the rustle of birds,
and the morning songs
not designed to be sold.

It is here with my quiet steps
that I hear my breath again
and the softness of the
breeze is a lover on my skin.

I will stay here awhile with
sanity as my friend,
and sit on the grass
and watch the ants in their
order and the sun poking through
to welcome me to this
place where I am quite alone.

 

7/10/2023