Stress

Stress

Stress like an aura
Surrounds me,
And through its haze
I distinguish
A half remembered dream
Of calm
Green subtle shades
Flowing weaving textures
With this fresh new scent
Squatting in the dew
In good company
Listing to the early morning blackbird
Not rushing the assignment
The frantic tap of keys
The endless struggle
But for one crystal week
In every year
I am myself