There is peace to be found
In the sun burning the back
Of me.

It is a small price to pay for rural
Relief. Slap that orange price tag
On my face, I will pay any price.

I sit beautifully boiling because
Life surrounds, envelops.
The world is working here.

Clean hands dig out my imagined thoughts.
Passion exists in the silence of the tiny insects,
In the exhausted red leaves.

The sun is a rite of passage to a
Simpler world. The cool grass acts
As the only acknowledgement of
Beauty that is, beauty to be.

My ***** feet are a free pass to comfort.
The jailman has released the tightly
bound shackles.

Slowly swallowing the moment into my chest and
Breathing it out to a wheeze, exhaling completely
The world that can be.

The world my body can create.