When you and I are in the country we can take back our time
our sanity, by ignoring the negative and basking in the sun,
the park, the bench by the lake whispering, waiting for the center
of our souls to be pieced back together again, silent warfare
in the wholeness, the calm.
Do you remember picking apples when the children were little?
filling our buckets, sometimes fresh peaches or berries,
always smiling at the Creator with a sense of wonder, the children
running and playing, pumpkins in the fall.
The sky was not on fire back then, and the world seldom wept,
war was far away, we were filled
with freedom, expecting only the good.
And now – I cannot look without weeping,
take me back to the country,
where we can take back our time, our sanity.
At least we can whisper, on the park bench, by the lake.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”