Just close my lids and listen to 

the world drowning in

sweet ocean tears carried to

the yard. 

faint smell of smoke hanging 

stale in the humid stir

that curls around my 

naked toes.

tuck away distractions, crashing

conversations, crawling thoughts

into my dusty attic.

breathing in the heavy

silence that washes over 

my shallow lungs. 

colors, smells,

amplified beyond

realistic capacity by 

the sticky air.

tasting the angry olive green of 

thrashing ocean waves, 

lavander calm of the pattering on

wavery shingles. 

my hands are straining to reach across 

dry pine forests and endless 

waving golden fields 

of lands we call home.

striving to touch the stubbly face and 

strong arms that can overpower the 

monsters banging on the cage 

keeping my strewn mind. 

yet I've found my peace,

I've smelled the love that 

swells around my eager heart.

and I'm happy.