Restlessness - Poem by Brent Terry
I went to my happy place today,
Restlessness said I needed to leave town.
To the dank, moist, fog filled mountain,
To absorb the scents, sights and sounds.
Trying to fill something in me,
Or trade places with the feelings in my soul.
Glean from the one environment in life,
That always makes me whole.
Passing long unused cabins,
Begging me to come inside to make a fire,
I gaze longingly into the beseeching eyes of them.
Wanting from me the warmth they desire.
Tromping thru untouched, now crusty snow,
Hearing the sounds made by my intruding steps.
My sounds echoing off the hills that surround me,
That also echo off the structures of my head.
Dreary day commiserating with my internal functioning,
No care that above me there is no blue sky.
Or the cold seeping wetness searching for the skin behind my clothing,
Grateful for an outside sensation and reminder of life.
In discussion with the rhododendrons,
Mountain laurel tried to convince them to not force their buds
I could feel their need to blossom
And I have the need to blossom too
The strength of this need it is deep seated,
but also futile for both of us at present.
Short lived the nature life lesson,
And restlessness comes back again.
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