Anasyil

City Escape

In New York City,

traffic jams and MTA delays,

running up hills,

catching my breath.

Ten minutes late again…

Sit in the back seat,

their eyes on me,

barely hear professor speak.

The city life,

a busy life,

a draining life.

Insomnia rules

and insanity too.

If I could hop on a train, bus or plane

escaping the city;

saving my sanity. 

Take me to a forest

where flowers express their beauty

while trees stare in awe.

Bring me to the Great Plains

Where the grass caresses my ankles,

light breeze blowing kisses

to my cheek as I run.

Guide me to a river

Where I dip my bare feet

into gentle streams

watching waters

drift me away

into a dream of peace.