There are times
(around 8:30 in the morning and 11:00 at night)
in which I try
to imagine that I am someplace nearly
silent.
Somewhere among the wildflowers.
That I am sitting in the lush grass,
noticing how even a
single
lilac’s scent
intermingles with the sound
of the river’s
ebb & flow.
I could stay here forever, you know.
Especially if there is
more than one
forever
for me to use, or throw
away.
I would like to think
that I have just enough time left
to lose a day
or two.
To watch the dragonflies
float above the water,
and NimblyMakeTheirWay
out of view.
The life one creates
is simply a byproduct
of the options they choose.
As such, I’ll take one more moment
(alone)
among the wildflowers
before coming home to you.