BLADES OF CASCADE
I allow my eyes to follow the rolling hills until the last one
I can’t see clear enough to see them meet the sky
But, I try anyway.
The soil patiently holds each blade of grass in place
As the wind cuts through and multiplies
I know it’s not all real.
I turn around to see the ocean and hear its roar
I never got bored of the crashing waves
Or the mist from them.
I miss being under the shade trees’ day-long spell
Lured into the quiet, dark observance
Until sunsets fire.
A day dream.
A memory.
An escape from the screens that await my eyes as I open them back up.