Retreat

Wet with the nippy April rain

Wade through the forest of blue gums

Nature’s offer feeding the rowdy musk lorikeets

Bubbly green, blue, yellow and red feathers

Cheering me on this journey of avoidance

Escape from being buried in the world ‘s clutter

Deep moss and towering gums

My shelter and refuge

Refuge

The world is going around
and I am in it

The earth keeps spinning
I am somewhat going along
even in stationary

Everything is like high speed rail
while I am in 10x slow motion

Would we take our time
take a piss out of life
to realise its vanity
and our foolish pursuit

Forgive me who counts on me
I cannot give you
what haven’t already given to you
your dissatisfaction is not
my burden to bear
seek from the Giver
not me, a mule
merely carries its own load

I am so very tired
beyond
the burnt shoulders
the worn out sandles
the vacant mind

I need rest
there is the quiet
then there is you
the green pasture beneath my feet
a bed of clouds to dream on
a velvet blanket to shield me
a peaceful presence surpasses all understanding

I pitch a tent here
where the world becomes lovely
where humans are bearable again
only in your refuge