peace evades me

peace evades me

each morning my

future looks at me

expectantly

what do I tell it?

show it?

the breeze is chilly as

I write this, tries to

take my thoughts,

cools them, tells me there

is more than me

trees express themselves as

only they know

adapt to the environment, but

continue to express

support

cover

art

food

plaything

home

provider of natural carpet

squirrel hanger

- it does feel like I should be

doing something

 part of me in tune with

this park thinks it's

not important

I want to stay with that part

a while