Poem: Vagile

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #24.)

morning light and I escape
beyond this concrete
race tracing pavement
though grassy fields
over hills
up into scrub
abandoned farms
growing naturally
find where asphalt
fades into mud and gravel
white birch mingle with pines
and I breathe air freshly minted

here there are no boundaries
no fences
no cages
no limits
just open space
where I stop being civilized
and find the rough edges I hide
beneath silk and synthetic blends

here I am reborn
beside splashing streams
deep beneath beech and maple
rediscovering the man I would be
instead of the man I am told to be

one day; some day
I will simply stay
here in these woods
and stop counting time.


2 responses

  1. I really like this one. It would be lovely to wonder..instead of getting lost in our everyday muck, wouldn’t it? You bring a real “freeing” spirit with your words this morning. Now, I am off to escape into the woods of my own 🙂


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    1. 🙂 It just felt right to write
      And as I was naming my poems this month for letters of the alphabet I had reached V and discovered the word “vagile” meaning “free to move”

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