Wheat fields

Wading in wheat fields
The only sounds
Are when my feet
Meet dirt
A feeling
So sweet
I feel
Anger lifting
As gratitude
Becomes
Paramount
For my own
Healing
I need
A minute of
Your attention
To redirect
Mine

Tired

My fuse it lit
Exhausted
From
Lack of empathy
Jesus
I wonder
How many
Times
You look
At your children
And say
Proclaiming my Name
Is worthless
With action

Salty

The sun shines
On my pale skin
The bird chirps
I hear nothing
And soon enough
I taste
Salty sea spray
And the ocean
Waves
Are my radio
In nature
Dreams
Become
Reality
As I awaken
From
Peaceful sleep

Entering

The only
Safe place
To hide
Is in
Your prescence
I can no longer
Trust a world
In which
I feel lost
Your arms
Provide assurance
That government
Once held
Or so
I thought
I’m grateful
You continue
To welcome
My entrance

London

A novel
Set in London
Is my companion
For today
Finding joy
In authors' words
In distance
I find kinship
In the escape
Of hypothetical journeys
I've not taken

King

Strolling on King
In a happy daze
Passing by Hampden
I’ve loved them
Ever since
I saw them
In Vogue
Thanks Anna
For an introduction
Into fabulous
Fantasy

french

Coffee
French toast
Tube
Dog
UPS
And repeat

Stay safe