THERE IS ONLY PEACE TO BE FELT

ONCE AWAY FROM CITIES AND ROADS

SLOWLY MAKING MY WAY THROUGH THE TREES

BIRDS SOUNDING THE ALARM;

THAT I AM HERE!!!!

THEN, OCEAN SALT IN THE AIR

COMING TOWARDS THE BEACH

WATER  LAPPING AT MY FEET,

AND THE ROCKS,FIRST GREY

THEN A DEEP BLACK.

BUT BACK IN THE FOREST

THE SILENCE CREEPS IN

OVERWHELMS,PACIFIES,

A SNAIL,HOUSE ON BACK,

SLIDES WITHOUT A SOUND

LITTLE EYES TURNING,

THIS WAY AND THAT,

ON MY HAND,JUST THE HOUSE NOW

BUT,OCCUPIED!

SLOWLY ,EYES COMING BACK OUT

HE REVELS IN THE WARMTH OF MY HAND

BECOMES ACTIVE!

WHAT A JOY

THIS LITTLE BIT OF LIFE!!!

A poem by Mejan          March 10  2016

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