Meadow Refuge

He liked to take walks

Cleared his head, he said.

Down to the meadow

Past the old tool shed.

Cleared his head, he said,

When thoughts came too fast,

Dragging him closer to

Insanities of the past.

When thoughts came too fast

He knew his refuge

Was in the meadow

Where time could dilute.

He knew his refuge

Awaited him there,

Forever calling

With whispers of care.

Naida Lavon

Nov. 2, 2010

While writing in my journal.

Prompt: “He liked to take walks…”

From an interview of author William Weaver