The road ahead is unbent and
I'm steering full-straight however,
My mind is ever weaving, meandering
through a labyrinth of troubled thoughts.
Inside of me it's raining; tear drops that are
laced with unknown worries and fears.
My optics seem hazy with gray skies & no clearing
But when I step outside all is clear and blue.
After a moments shiver and a trick of thought
I commence my day with the usual false projection
that I am content in my duty and dwelling place.
What has seared my mind into such despair?
What is it about the country that beckons me?
Is it its sense of ease and tranquility?
Is it its slower and more manageable pace?
I don’t pretend to think that country life
is not absent of its own hardships but
For now, I find solace in day-dreaming of when
I will leave; Leave this big city and all of its
burdens far behind in exchange for new beginnings
As I once did long ago on a Vermont farm, I hope
to spend the better part of my day under the
warming country sun simply raking leaves;
Quietly and peacefully ...... raking leaves.
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