Mother Nature’s gift,
Left the vast cityscape for unpaved ways
Longing for:
Peace
Quiet
And Solace…
Darkness beyond frail eyelids
As it was in the past
Hunter-gatherer sort of habits
Time logged and lost, amassed.
We once foraged
Now we pay for licenses, and pick up trash…
Gasoline—
And leave.
Collect wood
Make a fire
For light’s advantage
-With such a glowing desire.
Night sky bespeckled heavens’ mass,
Walking in circles on matted grass
Just to feel free,
-To feel life.
Smoke trails in our tracks
Cold comes when the blanket above has turned acutely black
Until morning dawns,
The city
The people
The hustle and bustle
The constant intention and interaction…
Out here,
Those things are all gone.
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