I often walk through my garden
Alone,
That I may simply
Exist amidst the soft breeze, and
Contemplate upon the stillness,
Until existence itself becomes so,
So light and delicate, that
Even the mildest wind could
Gently whisk me away.

I like to sit beneath my open-aired pergola,
That I may listen to the
Gentle pitter-patter of rain droplets
Softly colliding against the aluminum,
While the wettened ground breathes, and
Fills the air with a delightful
Earthy fragrance.

When I lay awake in bed, I envision
My pillow as a comforting polyester lap
Lightly cradling my burdensome head,
That I may cast aside all prior worries, and
Momentarily forget that tomorrow exists:
I confidently close my weary eyes, and
Gently drift asleep.

On my walks, I try to make
Each step upon the ground be
Like a gentle kiss, that I may
Remain mindful of the Earth, who
Answers me with a delicate breeze,
As if to say, ‘I love you too’.