The hill, childhood rolling countless days, the climb
to peak presenting us shimmering views,
sublime nature, O Mother! What a beauty.
Those trees, that grass, those mountains
rivers of sunshine flooding into the plain of my infant soul, expansive and refractive.
Leaves restfully tumbling in rainbows.
That lake, that stream, that track, that view. The air
was crisp with wonder. We never knew.
The trails beyond the flat are the intracies of our minds.
We must embrace, get to know the maze.
I’ve made a log a home several times
and drowned in the mud
and sang the sun down from the sky,
pickin’ on The Beatles in those two Adirondack chairs.
These are the tunnels to the next dimension,
or to slip gently through time.
There is a forbidden lake on the other side lets swim in it can we?
Avant-garde jazz blaring softly,
caressing the premature, autumn breeze
as we slowly slip into our lives.
Everything good is forbidden have you ever seen
the park at night? It’s beautiful it closes at dusk.
The starlight illuminates our souls. It shines down
freedom from the heavens, and smiles
by: Matt S.