Escape

Leaving the strident strife of domestic warfare,
the slammed doors and decibels of discord,
for the soft sigh of the wind through sun-sparked leaves,
the caw of a solitary crow and the distant song of invisible
birds,
I sit on a moss-crowned throne of ancient hillside,
trap the sun beneath close lids,
breathe long and slow
and slip into the space between the worlds,
at peace at last.