An Exercise In White

Anxious thoughts agitate me as I walk
across the grassy, slightly moist, low hills.
Towards the woods, standing tall above
me, occasionally dripping water
from the last rain fall, I walk.
I'm cocooned in the green-lidded, earthy
smelling dirt, as I walk to my island
on the white, grainy sand.
The sand enters my flip flops as I
near the tree, newly fallen downhill,
extending across the creek. Pulling
myself onto the freshly broken trunk,
I crawl out over the water for some
semblance of peace, a resting place of
calm. Taking a deep breath, my thoughts
begin to clear, picking up small shells,
one here, and one there, slowly easing
my problems away. The babble of the
clear water over the rock tastes fresh,
almost like the smell of clean linen.
Finally, a solution has come to me, and
my tree trunk has once again brought
solace to my weary, ever-thinking mind.