Escape

It was just what was needed.

Every grain of soil that dropped from my hand took some tension with it.

Every green tree that flirted with my eye took some pressure away too.

The granite boulders strengthening my soul.

The flowing river kept my blood pumping.

A white plume of cloud, keeping my mind-set light.

Little bird keep signing, my ears are listening.

No uncontrollable matters speak here today.

The perfect corner of my existence.

Worth much more than I had thought.

Freedom to just stop.

No running in desperation or fear.

Luck am I.

© Deon Heemskerk 17-9-2012

 

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