Coming Back

It doesn’t take long,

back from town,

for the land to make us feel better —

the fresh air and soft rhythm of trees

bearing us up, like these

gently swaying hammocks

I can see the space between the sounds of things,

insect buzz and wind chime,

bird chirp and the imagined rustle 

of tree moss,

the tick, from time to time,

of falling needles

And it’s easier to feel

the embracing size of everything,

here where insects carry sun spark

on their wings 

across the shadows

under attending trees.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 10, 2018