Where I'll Be

Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with nature herself. - Thoreau

when thirsting, hung-over willows crouch down to sip at the shoulders of the river

when virid grass lazes as a laggardly shag carpet

when sensationalistic dandelions toting spinning parasols dot the meadow

and the wealthy scent of lilac perfumes the guiding, forgiving air

where geese squawk and kibitz about everything and nothing

where the sun dons its cheeriest, unclouded, freshly laundered t-shirt

where the psalms of pulled water over smoothed rocks mumble

and nothing but truth shines in my thinning, grey hair

where life always plays fair

don't bother calling or looking for me

i'll already be there

Author's Note

"Wildness is the preservation of the world." - Thoreau