Still

It’s quiet, it’s dim, there is nothing but the hum of my beating heart.  I close my eyes and step into my inner space. It is calm in there, mellow and relaxing, nothing chaotic stirs, nothing dark invades.  No grasping fingers, harsh tones or sorrow.  The free flowing ebb of happiness rolls over the green hills and twirls in the wind like a paper kite lifted on clouds shaped like dinosaurs, puppies, and whatever I dream.  The air tastes of summer and fresh cut grass, a symphony of crickets at night serenade, the bull frog harmonizes while the lightening bugs play morse code tag through the wood.  I smell chocolate chip cookies and the fizz of root beer float tickles my nose.  Citronella perfume and bug spray cologne mingle with sunscreen and cocoa butter body spray.  flip flop races untied laces, lemonade stands and painted faces. no worries no cares, no financial burdens no muscle flares, no illness to conquer no battles to charge into.  No matter how old I get or where life takes me….

It’s quiet, it’s dim, there is nothing but the hum of my beating heart.  I close my eyes and step into my inner space.  It is calm in there, mellow and relaxing, nothing chaotic stirs, nothing dark invades……..

Still…

A Poem by Sue. E. Wilson