I drive through the highway,
gradually transitioning into country roads…
bovine, equine, my welcome committee of an assembly line,
grazing on wide patches of green
Interspersed by red barns, wooden fences and dusty tractor trowels.
I have morphed from city girl to wandering soul...
A cottage by the lake is my dwelling place
I seek quiet and solace
A gentle stirring within,
What could this retreat bring?
Now My heart beats loudly then back to a murmur, a whisper, high and low --
Undulating emotions bewilder me, why so?
I am eager to meet "I" again
The "I" I've lost on my way to life
I happily regress...
But I am breathing through a reed straw in strife?
I breathe nonetheless...
I ache for calm and the north sound,
Where the rhythm of serenity abounds