I had a "To Do" list today, which only some of it got done, but this is one of them. This is a poem I wrote in college.
My Mind, My World, My Sanctuary
My mind is my world,
Ever-spinning, ever-busy, ever-thinking.
My mind wonders to places where I have been,
A sanctuary of a dark blue spruce forest,
The sweet awakening of the fresh pine scent,
Quickly it makes its way through my nose,
Unlocking memories of the past.
I try to find solitude within this vast tree land,
Where elk songs are being carried along with the wind.
A meadow lies in the heart of the wood,
Beckoning me to rest in its long, wind-tossed tallgrass.
My bare feet feel the softness of the Bromus grass.
Robins and Sparrows swarm from the opening at my approach,
Their chirping bounces of the branches of the Red Pine.
Big fluffy clouds roll in after a long hot blistery day
Getting ready to burst forth with refreshing rain.
I welcome the cool touch of the water droplets,
Trying to let them wash away my uncertainties,
Hoping that they’ll give me nourishment,
Just as they do the pine trees that surround me.
A sanctuary of a light golden sandy beach,
The calming aroma of the moon-churned sea,
Quickly it travels to my lungs,
Awakening the adventure within me.
I try to find answers in the salty foamed waves,
The distant chanting of the heavy waves,
Carries those answers to my pounding heart.
A pink starfish that has been washed up
Keeps me company,
Dark green, slimy seaweed slithers past my feet.
The chilly waves of the ocean splash over my feet,
They get buried in the fresh sand that’s brought with the water.
The salty wind whips my curly locks into my face,
My nose wrinkles as my hair tickles it,
I brush it away with my fingers.
The Red Delicious, orange-rind sun
Is peeking over the horizon line.
The renewing of a fresh, new morning…
Only in my mind
My mind will always wonder to places I have been
Ever-creating, ever-imagining, ever-living.
My mind is my world.
