Back road
taking it past the valley
up into the hills
smooth slopes of grass
spreading my long coat out
and laying back
on a pillow hill
gazing up
into the high and far sky
this world that I am in
has changed so
unrecognizable
happenings
beyond my sight
scaring me to death
realizing
this is the best place
to pray for an end
and accept the possibilities.
The Best Place
featured in the poetry forum November 25, 2022 :: 0 commentsResigned to what we can’t see, accepting what we’ll soon be. – mh clay