Varnish and Rest and Walks

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Imagine what is, is not

with little regard for when, where why

we find solitude in the wood

a restful glance patience is

a reward to feel the drop of fatigue

to know the space of


an allowance is


hand made, man made,

shoe laces

we could study while this world unraveled

far beyond where the setting is


when are we standing in place

while sitting out the last race.

We might know this look,

yet how often is a motion

mistaken for settling

the ground solid

catches my tired eyes while watching

I remain passive

in a gentle

land of tarnish

buried in this, my varnish of security.

Natural Wood Fire


Imagine only nature

trees, dense forest, crisp sunlight

sounds are melodic;

birds singing, animals stealth

beyond our eyes.

We hear a movement,

then its gone

we are left wondering

just what might visit,

so close to our own lives

yet safely tucked away,

in the dense brush, the ground cover

the natural wood.


We are animals

yet we thrive in concrete dungeons

words are ascerbic.

People yelling, taking leave

outside our comfort zone.

An interaction today,

with little after play,

curious what just happened.

How might their return

impact our bubble,

that space we call our own,

amidst the paperwork that drive our soul;

the workplace.


Often our hearts

are drawn to the beauty of nature

time seems endless.

A brilliant fire licks the night

in a space we call love.

We hike the trails

with great appeal

in wonderment of natural lands.

Later when the relaxing

continues in twilight

we are grateful of all around,

such serenity amidst us helps forget;

the human condition.