(Montreat, August, 2015)
Everywhere I look
sunlight on the hills
pre-schoolers walking in a line in front of me
strung together like little peas
on their way to do what pre-schoolers do best.
Joggers out for a morning run,
Me being warmed by the morning sun.
Chants being sung from the forest --
whoa - a - oh - a- oh
whoa - a oh - a - oh
A leaf blower shrieks
from the deck below.
The cacophony doesn't disturb me though.
Peace within, peace within.
Above, below, beside me.