Serenity
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

As I sat across
the bay aspired.
I watched the moon
as it expired.

The skies began to
ascend to light.
While the stars faded
way out of sight.

I stared out to
the great unknown.
With billions of people
here I stand alone.

Away from all the
perilous ways.
To breathe fresh air
I wake each day.

I prefer the serenity
that heals my soul.
With only my backpack
and my trusty bedroll.

I do not dwell on
material things.
A fresh cup of coffee
near a mountain spring.

I fill my lungs expand
with a jasmine scent.
The mountain calls
for my ascent.

As I climb the nearest
peak around.
I gaze down through clouds
down where humanity drowns.

I shout out across this
this massive expanse.
Echoing outwards
a spiraling dance.

As night fall was just
hours away.
I make my way down
and get underway.

Back to the grind of
the industrial world.
Into the smog, and cars
my nightmare unfurled.

That night I laid my head
to rest.
I never tossed and turned
to past this test.

It wasn't sheep that I had
to count.
The Deer, and the Eagles
I often recount.