Withdrawl

 

Betwixt two worlds in which I live

one fraught with anxiety and cares

These daily assaults can be withstood

but only by a regular respite and withdrawl

From articial sounds, mobiles and computers

away from incessant mithering I need to flee

I retreat to the created order, to landscapes and seascapes

to the edge of open spaces, shades and glades

To stand and watch the ripples of the ocean

to gaze aloft at mountains and clouds

Then a balance is restored. I can breathe deeply

to return to the fray to the sound of traffic

and the beckoning of the telephone