in the silence
we can hear our voices
rambling along the dirt roads of our mind
rattling and making endless noises
wondering about this and that
about him and her and them
drifting from thought to thought
like a person laying in the grass
picking out clouds overhead
on a bright and sunny summer day
drifting in and out of sleep
while listening to the sounds of crickets
and the humming buzz of bees
as they wander near to see if you are a flower
and perhaps you are
but not the right kind
and so they move on
as peace begins to pervade
the conflict of your life
causing you to wonder
when did we stop the car
and step out to stretch ourselves
flat on the accepting earth
and why oh why
do we never want to get up again