À la folie, jusqu'à la mort's avatar

À la folie, jusqu'à la mort

This is my world away,
My time out,
My other place –
Where I try to escape
From the whirl of thoughts
That jostle, that prod, that goad me
Into craziness.
This is my nature corner
Where I learn from the rivers and the trees
About changes, direction, power and surrender.
I come to seek peace,
I come to find answers,
But they elude me;
They hide in the shadowy leaf patches
And silver-brown currents,
In the damp earth smell and sweet wren song.
But at least I feel alive, and that is enough for the present.