It doesn’t take long,
back from town,
for the land to make us feel better —
the fresh air and soft rhythm of trees
bearing us up, like these
gently swaying hammocks

I can see the space between the sounds of things,
insect buzz and wind chime,
bird chirp and the imagined rustle
of tree moss,
the tick, from time to time,
of falling needles

And it’s easier to feel
the embracing size of everything,
here where insects carry sun spark
on their wings
across the shadows
under attending trees.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2018