Escaping The City

In a voice no louder than this

she listened in hopes of a clue –

                                                                                               

In the darkness a dangerous tryst                                                

she saw nothing and knew what to do.

 

Armed with forth-right intent

to the edge of the lake did she go –

 

Leaving prints of which way she went

so those who were looking would know.

 

Climbing into the boat that was docked

she quietly pushed from the shore –

 

Ever gently the boat and her rocked

as she paddled away with an oar.

 

To the top of the valley on foot –

she climbed with a stick and a cap,

 

Was there nothing with up she would put

exhausted, she took a short nap.

 

The night sky exploded with stars –

the silence was deafening too,

 

Except for the bugs not in jars –

and snorts from those passing through.

 

Far from the city she grinned

no neighbors, no problems abound –

 

Though the air was remarkably thin -

and not good for sleeping – the ground.

 

All cranky and soggy with dew –

at dawn when she finally arose,

 

Clothes wrinkled and hairdo askew –

freezing right down to her toes.

 

She longed for a latte to sip –

and a muffin with strawberry jam,

 

And knew from the city she slipped –

where I belong is not where I am.

 

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