Sometimes I wish I could live by a creek in the woods…

Sometimes I wish I could live by a creek in the woods…
I’d spend my mornings counting the white stones beneath the crystal-clear water…
After, I’d swim in the deep still pool beneath the falls…
Let go of everything…
Be nothing but, Annie.

I would learn how to move in the forest…
Never snapping a twig…
Never disturbing a leaf…
Find my way through the walls, the turns, the dead-ends.

I would discover the force behind the flower…
Bathe in that cool earthy smell…
Be rid of my divided self…
Life would taste so good I’d have to take a second bite.

I would no longer have to wrinkle my forehead and squint my eyes…
Yep, I squint when I worry…
The deeper the squint the deeper the worry…
My mind falling into one trap after another.

It would be so natural I would barely have to think…
Because I would no longer be the pup that I was in the city…
I could breathe from the top of my head to the bottom of my toes…
Yep, I would love to live by a creek in the woods.

Until it is dark and I hear the howling, the snapping of twigs, a hundred green eyes.

Mama!!!!!

I love you,

Annie