"I've left behind..."

I’ve left behind the difficult-to-navigate

winding concrete streets and irregular

breaks in rhythm in attempts to alleviate

city bustle, frantic tempo, etc…

A gentle breeze and the raindrops glistening

in exchange for the endless grind.

Best of all, there is no one listening,

so I speak with no one in mind.

Far from monuments, banks and churches,

with the mountains here to harbor me,

I read poetry to the elms and birches,

and they silently sway in harmony.

And the words I sow are for us to reap

to enjoy alone in the hidden woods,

and embracing you, I drift off to sleep

with an aftertaste of forbidden fruits.