My eyes seeped through the willow tree

Walked along the grass and sand

And immersed in the cool lake water

My ears listened to the still quiet air,

The occasional passing hum of a tiny airborne insect,

And my own heartbeat, alternating with occasional intestinal rumble

My thoughts flew across the sky to the water’s other edge

Exploring the mountainside where I peeked into the mouth of a cave

To see a mysterious creature napping quietly in the dark coolness

From the porch chair I had not moved

Except my eyes to blink away the warm dry air

And my hand to swat away a fly

A rare reprieve I briefly found

Contrasting completely to the fast pace of modern noise

That most often engulfs and exhausts me