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.
