Leaving the strident strife of domestic warfare,
with its slammed doors and decibels of discord
I escape to the soft sigh of the wind
through sun-sparked leaves,
the caw of a solitary crow amidst
the songs of invisible birds.
Sitting on my moss-crowned throne
of ancient hillside
I trap the sun beneath lowered lids,
breathe long and slow, and slip
into the space between the worlds.
At peace at last.
