this is purest freedom
home, no oppression
empty weathered void
it's the clear and the cold
like the early autumn sky
plunging mentally through
crystalline water depths
and the cat sleeps soundly
content in her repose
and you're distant
wholly satisfied
by nature beguiled
not even a lingering touch
of confusion or distress
to dampen your ever-strong spirit
the trees eternal
have no reason to rush through
but sway gently
enjoying the life-giving breeze
how soon it fades
before it all returns
to the never-ending
monotony of the real.

TMK 10.29.2005