In idleness

Woke to find myself in idleness

reaching for shadows, and peace

decided to write at leisure

about the sun, the moon

soft clouds and blooming trees

perhaps a line or two of snow

one damp as rain.

I’ll abandon streets where trouble walks

instead journey along a path

listen intently to wise nature

notice the little things all around

then walk alone back home.

I wonder about my old neighborhood

where secrets were told while hanging clothes

so much simplicity and childish fear

careful not to become depressed.

In idleness may I discover

I may depart this cherished earth

doomed since birth.