Twilight settles below grand canopy of ancient trees shifting dangling light as a gathering brood in plaid flannel and weathered Levis with a taste for song and local wine returns
Planted firmly on well worn whitewashed porch swing shifting with the breeze coiling ready to strike
she observes quietly, softly
admiring how it seems easy
oh so very so easily
do others ever so easily find familiar in all of these faces and exchanges swapping stories about this and that
so and so in a laissez faire way in a language, though pined to, tried to,
she rarely could relate but nonetheless understands
Going on and on about
such and such swapping stories about the everyday mundane things of that and this talking about everything but their soul’s true desires, quests and yearnings
Continuing on and on,
over and over
chattering, laughing like squirrels stealing seed from the birds they
hum and buzz about neighbors and business of the who’s who, the what the what’s and my-oh-my why and the did-you-hears about the happenings of others almost anything else than sharing their authentic selves, really
Yes, that would be
all too real
all too revealing thus
Along the flowering wall she sits, drinking it all in casually and writing in shadows comforting yet still a bit envious of their easy connection as pen scratches in the green butterfly journal
Flashing in a moment the story further unfolds telling all clarified by quiet observation as light catches garnet wine shadows
she finds amusement that their business is no serious matter for her as she is almost invisible safely owing no one an explanation of her story
Embracing enchanted forest surroundings she finds instead soothing solace in surrendering to smithing words as a trade off in not always connecting like they seem to sometimes, usually, oh-so-so easily do maybe someone will hear her voice
Among woods flickering shadows and hidden gardens somewhat muted yet still strongly boned up along trellised terra cotta accepting her precious presence finding herself pondering the perpetual satellite state she’s attained
Setting sights higher than lingering like a lounge lizard wrapped up in small talk and idle chatter
the shedding of her self-induced mental shackles begins the next chapter
Hunkered down, ready and astute she begins
putting perspectives to pen
unleashing thoughts cathartic and finally free
A poets soul, has she,
celebrating she does
still yearning to dabble
in a world of this and that connecting in that way they all seem to do so easily very easily so yet discovering
stones settling cobbled beneath her feet
setting her path towards
her true light calling
Clearly beaten by an all together different drum
she is finally becoming comfortable with that
banging her drum soft and steady onward for the course studying her own life
preparing to share it with the world.
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