The sounds of weeds being whacked.
The revving of engines.
A slight breeze pushing the leaves.
Tiny chirps and roosters cock-a-doodling.
Insects scurry, some just chirping.
Feeling clear, but which direction to steer?
Shoes off, sitting on rocks.
A valley lays before me, barbed wire within grasp.
An abundance of lushness, wet puddles, damp socks.
No one around,
just me and the keys,
just me and my peace.
My mind is at ease
and my body some aches.
Working on routine,
working out kinks.
All while looking out at jagged peaks out of reach.
This is me now.