Speculation Eradication Poem by Mellisa Salazar

How long shall i let this bide

each day peeling at me


the sunshine cracks through the trees

but the fog is always sure to roll in


i long for branches to be trimmed away

but who am i to modify what God’s made


it is true forest fires are necessary

but do i want that to be me


perhaps i could just sit upon a mountain top

but is loneliness really superior


and the valley is already making me feel low

I’ve swam all the depths of the ocean

it is where i hide


an open field where wildflowers are

the only place to preside


a trickling stream, that’s not too deep

in the sweet wind, i will confide


no need to peer around the bend

everything is here


the whispers of the not too tall grass

tell me stories


and the soil is never to rocky

a rabbit or two and maybe a deer


what more could i ask for

what more could i fear