and snap of modern life
charges us up
with relentless dreams,
infinite distractions. We strike
poses projecting purpose.
Escape: Tranquil ennui
on spur of mountain range reaching
down to the sea.
Hummingbirds dance to hurdy-gurdy music.
Rattlesnakes buzz a slow warning from
Orchestral crickets sing a sleigh-bell song.
Endless flies whirl by.
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.
There’s nothing better, and yet
Every flight has its price.