The prompt for this piece is to write about a place with deep meaning to us, a place that heals us. This was easy! My favourite park has a lake and a bench I’ve been talking to for years. I haven’t visited my bench in a long time, but will do so in the spring. we have a lot of catching up to do!

Still waters, clear skies
nature’s tapestry feeding my eyes
A bench beckons
we say ‘hello again’
We’ve met many times before
Words are redundant here
I speak only in sighs
as my eyes drink in the beauty
and my lungs fill with cool air
Its the best hospital I know
for when I leave, I’m all out of sighs
my thoughts are clear
and I feel whole again

ยฉVivian Zems

Real Toads– The places that heal us

Poetry Pantry #429

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