Holiday Weekend – Poem
There’s a day
In late summer
When the sun presses
Down upon my face like a hot stone,
And a cool breeze
Licks across my skin
With the promise
Of autumn on its breath.
When the sky is so
Blue that it
Can’t be real,
And the green of
The leaves stand
Bright against it in natural negative.
My mind falls back
To memories
Of mountain paths,
Of the natural state
Of humanity,
And I wonder
Why we ever chose Civilisation.
On days like this
I crave a simpler life
Of nature,
Where there are
No alarm clocks
Or meetings,
Where survival is the only obligation.
In the end
It is a futile longing
As I grab my computer
To write down again my ironic dissatisfaction.
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