01/02/2024 Poetry from the Cabin

Some friends offered for us to live in their cabin for the cold months this winter. Walking in for the first time I felt tension fall away as the suitcases were set down. Much of which I was unaware I was carrying. I worked in a lumber yard for several years delivering sheetrock and building materials. About two weeks after leaving that job, I woke up one Saturday morning and just felt different. It took me a few minutes to figure out why. For the first time I could remember, I wasn’t sore anywhere. I was simply alive and comfortable without the tension and soreness I had lived with for so long. Sometimes we need to break our patterns. To get away from what we have accepted as normal. Allow the tension to drain from our bodies and remember what it is just to be alive.

The rope under tension lays down its load
Fibers relax in ancient memory
A hike away from hectic raging roads
God’s voice it’s good, echoes among the trees
Monotonous grinding machines turned off
Wind blows free relieved from pounding noise
Clock out like moths released from light aloft
Left mesmerized amid life’s simple joys
Feel the tension melt away like wax
Still air blows free and now released to dream
Listen to voice in forest with no ax
O joy, this joy, it calls to you by name
He saw that it was good, yes, very good
Hear reverberations in silent wood