I Hope One Day to Live by the Sea
I hope one day to live by the sea.
If not the sea,
then a garden.
If not a garden,
then nestled in the woods.
Trees as my protectors.
Cardinals, robins and the white tailed deer,
my neighbors.
A quiet stillness to welcome me
every day
into the beauty
of my life.
I would be content with this -
a cottage camouflaged in vines,
furtive pathways toward the silky pond,
a night sky drenched in starlight.
I wouldn't need to return
to the world of
buying and selling
doing and producing.
All I need is this:
soil
rain
sun
seedlings
sprouting
greenery
a lush oasis
deep inhales
longer exhales
newborn air filling my lungs
the moon in her fullness
the sky in her vastness
this world in all its wonder.
Yes,
a return to the sacred.

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