Unenlightened

i saw the field of wildflowers and

images of Mary Oliver

played through my mind,

urging me to venture off

the well trodden path

that's how i found myself

fighting through a never ending sea

of over grown weeds and

pushing back the thorns

of over romanticized wild flowers,

kicking up crickets and

other unidentified flying objects

with each labored step

until suddenly, it was here,

this spot, a small retreat

from the suffocating wilderness,

a simple oasis of old bricks and rock

i sat and crossed my legs,

breathed in the heat,

pushed back the humidity,

shut my eyes and let time float away

there is something crawling on my foot

i'll open my eyes,

take in all the glorious beauty of nature,
taste the mountain breeze as i

inhaled the fresh clean air and

watch the vibrant red and yellow flowers

dance to the gentle song of the wind

or is that the rustling of a snake?

i don't think i'm becoming

more enlightened, i'm just numb

to the pain of the rocks i've sat on,

the grass spurs i've gathered,

the ants i have feed.

i just need to stand up and move on

~Katy