by ©Linda J. Wolff 2018
Outside, a path through wooded trees,
a branch held evident, illuminated tartness.
But not entirely tart.
It held life's fluid fruits instead of berries.
This is where I walked alone.
I felt this is where all things breathe.
But back then, I called it by a different name... Utopia
The tree had too many berries, so I renamed it... the silent tree.
This place meant everything to me.
On Wednesday, I felt so light and airy.
I settle for a fragrance called tranquility.
Sometimes it looks hollow and small from the inside.
A portion of small space.
But at its best, it glows.
I said someone breathes.
After that, the songbirds sing lyrics.
Somehow sunshine glitters in open windows.
©Linda J. Wolff 2018