Comfort

Often times I slam the door behind me

Storming out in a hell-bound haze

Feverishly my feet find their footing

On the well worn path between each maple tree

I cannot help but to breathe deep

As the sweet smell of syrupy sap

Turns to that of nectar filled daffodils

A scent so strong, it calms the tears I weep

Quickly I find myself in waist tall grass

Meticulously making my way through the meadow

Insects fluttering and flying out of my way

Because to them I am an incredible mass

Creek number one sits at the bottom of a hill

The bridge, bent and dented, but still of good use

I stop in my tracks merely feet away

For just across a buck stands completely still

I wait for a moment, which drags on forever

He lazily leaps, knowing I wouldn't dare

So I keep on my path and o'er the first bridge

And he's right, I would never

My destination is still not for a while

I look to my left and see nothing but hills

To my right the sight keeps consistent

Mother Earth surrounds me in an awe striking pile

Not for the first time I realize

If I were to scream out for help

Not a soul would be around to hear

And I quiver at the prairies amazing size

Several long minutes turn to half an hour

Maybe one or two, I'm not quite sure

Out here time has never really mattered

Slowly a small smile takes place of my glazed glower

Creek number two does not disappoint

Gurgling it growls at me

Cautiously I climb through the cool current

To my knees I fall reaching my breaking point

I lift my head towards the sky

My tears join the stream

Cold water threatens to freeze off my skin

And I notice the moon has already climbed high

The barren black night is my cue

I don't take long to reach my beginning

My starting place seems to come in half the time

And I turn to face the sunrises golden hue

So slowly an end must come to my roam

Back through the trees I am devoured

That brick build may be my house

But the landscape beneath will always be my home