How many stories
can there be in petals?
How long can I remain
unfound in the meadow?
How can the same patch of land
be so ever-changing?
How many more potential bad days
can Mother Nature keep preventing?
How is it that I am the only one bearing witness
to so much magic on a daily basis?
How much longer can the toad’s eye keep me entranced?
And the intricate details in the anatomy of insects?
How much time has passed in that outside world
while I sit among the birds and squirrels?
How is it that nonhuman friends have become so underrated?
And introverts given such a hard time for avoiding socialization?
My colleagues are ordering their second round of drinks.
I confirm with the waiter, “Just water for me.”
Torturous are the hours I prove I’m not an island!
(What’s a few white lies to protect my safe-haven?)
A dragonfly stops by to wink at me,
shows off how he can fly away so freely into the breeze…
The conversation continues. I do not join in.
Release me back into the wild where I fit in…
Poem and images ©LauraDenise