A Fragment

Consumed by thought, incessant thought

One afternoon I left the confines of my all-too-familiar room

Though tired in body, I cycled to the woods

When I arrived the turbulent ripples slowed

The waters of my mind began to settle

The cool afternoon breeze brushed away my frustration

There was a large yew tree surrounded by a fence, a plaque informed me it was 400 years old

I wondered to myself what things this tree had witnessed 

I thought of all the people who, hundreds of years ago, had also walked by this tree

I did not feel separate from them

This evening, the woods embodied tranquility

The canopies rustled above, swaying gently

Nature is medicine

Unlike my straight-edged room, closed off from the world, nature is wiggly

With its gnarled trees and twisted twigs