My Not So Secret Garden
by Danielle Sullivan

This is a place where I relax.
Sun beaming all around me.
Seated quietly,
Surrounded by plants and flowers,
Touched with love.

This is a place where I relax.
Relinquish worry,
Feel the touch of soft, luscious, green, grass,
Soft hum of bug repellent,
Birds chirping at each other
Vapid fire of swaks and squeeks.

This is the place where I relax.
The kerfuffle of squirrels chasing each other up and down trees
Pulls my attention for a moment.
Improvisational flight of butterflies takes it next.
Cars zooming by on route 13,
Hardly noticeable when i’m hooked
Absorbed by an adventurous tale.

This is the place where I relax.
Quagmire-hot sun is burning my skin,
Love the warmth and feelings of snug.
Reluctantly move towards shade,
Mind torqued with images,
Battles fought between pages.

This is the place where I relax.
Cantankerous sound brings me back.
Babies yelling next door.
Breathing deeply,
Letting the beauty sink in,
Instantly calm again.
No conundrums.
No worries.
Tranquil, quiet, garden
In my front yard.

This is the place where I relax.