and snap of modern life
charges us up
with relentless dreams,
infinite distractions. We strike
poses projecting purpose.
There is no peace, to surrender means to drown.
Instead: tranquil ennui
on magnificent, near empty mountain.
Hummingbirds dance to their own hurdy-gurdy music.
Rattlesnakes buzz a slow warning from
brings a sleigh-bell song of crickets.
brings the endlessly whirling flies.
Grasshopper days of summer draw to a close.
House filled with laughter now still in the heavy heat.
The dirt pants in thirst.
Scent of warm earth baking rises up in greeting.
Retreat to the land of sunsets
and flying saucers.
What could be better?
Every flight has its price.