I wrote at least one poem a day while on my retreat at the Ranch. On my birthday, I wrote four. I was surrounded by poetry there–literally and in the poetic sense. 😉
On my last day, I finished yoga, walked the Labyrinth then through a dark treed forest area back to my room and this is what came to me. It’s about the hypervigilance that plagues me living in a big city. And options to living that way.
Home, my Neolithic stone head
Grinds on it’s axis
Cracking and vigilant; always vigilant.
The old guard stands tired, hunched.
Parking lots, sidewalks
My own front door.
Eyes pierce dark corners; dangerous curves
Here, my helium filled head
Bubbles beyond it’s spine
Borders; floating, bobbing in curiosity.
Three hundred sixty degrees, breezy.
Alert, yes; eyes wide open
Through black trees at dusk.
Begging a visit with a friendly fox;