When we find water, that gurgling stream,
while sunlight sparkles the ambience we dream
might let me travel away from this time
when I couldn’t hang onto a rhyme,
a reason, a thoughtful enterprise
a purpose, with growing desire I rise
to the occasion
When mounting concern envelops my mind,
I look to the sky, its well, in my nature I find
solace in a stream, a part of the wood,
that place I would hide myself if I could,
only to suggest the concrete is a certain pain,
when the body makes contact, a bruise remain.
The city itself is a metaphor for strife
my God, could I ever begin my life,
if forever I am drawn by the task and need,
of thousands of bodies all taking the lead.
I stepped into the woods to sweet brush in green,
the fresh scent of pine, sounds of life serene,
I thought about what I had just left behind,
realized this is where my peace I’d find.
I wander alone through the city, a menacing arsenal
delivers winding avenues, escapes inside the pines tall.