I took a walk among the forest pines
To be alone, away from all mankind,
To listen to the sound of nothingness,
And leave my doubts and worries far behind.
And as I wandered ’neath a maple maid,
I breathed into my lungs the virgin air,
Unspoiled as of yet, so full with scents
Of spicy hemlock, with a piney flair.
I sat upon a rotten log of grey
And bathed my toes in autumn’s shining dew,
On which my two appendages reclined,
As sunshine’s rays enlightened all my view.
A while I sat in silence pondering,

It’s the end of the day, and I need a break.
I can’t possibly learn anything more
With this headache.
Check the tide charts for the state of the shore -
Looks like it’ll be
A negative point nine
In an hour or two. Let’s see -
I’ll whip on some sunblock (the dog starts to whine)
Grab a hat (lost my sunglasses), check my chair
For the keys (he’s barking now).
Snap on a leash. Step outside. Such cool air
I’m not used to on a sunny day. But how
Fresh the wind is, how the walk