I sat in the cool blades of grass
and the wind chilled my bare arms
and I realized,
this must be serenity

I sat with my back against a tree
Notebook and pens
Just a few strides away from humanity
And it felt so good to be away

To be away is to be whole
Nobody to try and please
Nobody to answer to
Only a sea of thought to get lost in

Both a blessing and a curse I suppose
But this fine breezy day was right
Everything was right and fine
The sounds were pleasing against my ears

I sat for a few minutes longer
Then I began to pack up my things
Serenity was a resource not to take for granted
I began my walk home, weight off my shoulders

In that moment I was me
I was whole
I was present
I was serene

Things I have not been for a very long long time