Sitting by the pond

Conversing with the great beyond

Hearing

Humming of the bees

Whisper’s of the archaic oak trees

The birds fly by singing their song

How nice it must feel to know where you belong

Sitting in the forgotten cabin chair

Longing to wander I know not where

Nearby rest the ancient behemoths of green

Every lever and gear turned so keen

As the moon slips into view I see a star

I try my best to reach, but it’s too far

Deer prance in the foliage of the wood

I might go crazy looking for answers in the stars, I very well could

I lean back, my eyes set adrift

The moment was such a rare and intermittent gift

The downward gradient of corn

Followed by endless rows of bramble and thorn

No quiet or peace

You’re doing it wrong if your hands aren’t covered in grease

The creak of the chair

Led me to being awake and aware

A whole day spent

Toward the stars I no longer desired ascent

I lean back on the warm cabin chair

It was all now a clear affair

Home is not where the mind will play

But where the heart can peacefully lay