Can a wide open space
be too wide? too vast?
too serene for the
lonely mind to be at ease?
I feel too full of
natural beauty to understand
the worth of
another tree,
another pond,
another landscape,
so empty that its ready
to fill itself with every regret.
Nature has become
flawless to me and,
in a sense, conventional.
So send me to a busy street
where hearts aren't just broken,
but have been torn to pieces.
Where I can push my negativity
off on every unbeautiful face.
I need a chance to feel whole again.
