by Renee Butner
Searching along a sunlit path of
emerald, olive, palest mint, jade.
More shades of green than one can count.
Hiking and looking for peace of mind -
Crunch of leaves underfoot.
The trail becomes darker, the woods
seem to become foreboding; bright greens
turn to musty browns and grays
as the trees cluster close almost suffocating.
This is not the place.
Climbing a hilltop, it becomes steep
winding around craggy rocks.
The air has a chill as the crest is reached
and the view of blue and purple
mountains stretches far and lonely.
Watching a single hawk soar overhead
emphasizes the vastness of the world
and the smallness of self in it.
Searching up here has resulted in nothing.
Strolling a busy city street at night,
bright neon lights flash in windows,
on billboards, and stoplights sing their song
of yellow red green incessantly. Everyone
has somewhere to go, someone to see.
Others walk arm in arm or in groups.
Being alone on the busy sidewalk
causes sadness and isolation.
There are no answers in the subway graffiti.
Sitting in a darkened bedroom,
headlights occasionally rolling across the wall
and a spring wind rushing
through the treetops outside the window -
I feel numb. Searching for peace was pointless.
I retreat inside my mind and close my eyes
attempting to reach for calm. After a long while
with no success, I pick up my pen.
Renee Butner is a freelance writer and poet who lives in Winston-Salem, NC.Following publication at the young age of 18, she continued to write in her early days of marriage, then took a hiatus to raise three children and help her husband start several businesses. She is now again actively exercising her creative side by both writing and painting. She is a member of the NC Haiku Society.
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