Surrounded
Anonymous

Surrounded by what will always be familiar,
Gone from most that surrounds me: the intimate.
Everywhere that can sustain me materially is near frantic.
Most places that provide me with serenity are otherwise desolate of support.
I long deeply for a place that has a splendid mix;
A mix able to support me biologically, intellectually and spiritually.
A place slow enough to nurture soul:
Alive enough to bake the daily bread.
I so hope that one day I'll be primarily a pedestrian:
As opposed to my being a harried motorist.
I hope to walk to work, to the corner store, the library, the woodland trails.