Hour 4 (2021)

Cloaked in fog
I wander through the woods
where time seems to slow down
and almost reverse.
I feel young again.
I feel free at last.
The weight of city lights
just melts away.
I can breathe.
I wonder if I should even go back.
The city didn’t call to me
like the woods do.
The city screams.
The forest whispers.
I only have ears for one
and yet, I hear both.
So, I wander and I wonder
in woodland wanderlust.
Trying to find home.

4 thoughts on “Hour 4 (2021)

  1. Hi again, Jill. This poem so echoes Yeats’s Lake Isle of Innisfree. “I will arise and go now, go to Innisfree!!!…..

    The music here:
    So, I wander and I wonder
    in woodland wanderlust.
    Trying to find home.

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