The clock on the wall ticks so loudly it cannot be ignored,
Even its sound is too large for this tiny place.
It repeats the resounding call that I am feeling stifled here,
The city is choking me and boxing me in.
I tried to visit its quarters,
To be open to its wonders.
But I am a country girl at heart,
The seed planted as child growing up in a small country town,
Knowing even then that I would forever need the countryside surrounding me to thrive.
My love of the country is a gift from my father,
He himself is a lover of the land, a somewhat concealed kindred spirit.
He understands the need to be enveloped by natures healing wonders.
I crave the gifts of the land,
The rolling hills the wildlife the trees,
And all the colors that accompany the seasons and treat the eye.
But for now I know I must stay secretly protected within the city.
The clock on the wall ticks away the hope,
That one day I can once again sink my roots deeply into the country soil,
And extract from it the nourishment my wounded spirit needs.
To finally find the peace and solace that is buried deep within.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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