Deadlines to cross, files to finish
Her shirt buttoned up tight
Lips pursed, shoulders tense
Tired muscles working late at night.
Invisible ropes bind her limbs
To the clockwork of the social machine
Her soul seeks for peace under
Fake smiles, eye glitter and sheen.
She drags her soul to the slopes
Where the calm breeze and cricket buzz
Flow through the trees in mixed harmony
Blurring out car horns and office fuss.
The earth senses her presence
Feels her weary eyes and tangled nerves
Invisible roots clutch her ankles
She slips, and slides down a muddy curve.
Splotches of grime and soil
Stick to her palms and trousers
Her face vacant, gaping mouth
Awake from a deep, tiring slumber.
Her greasy hands reach her cheeks
Leaving a fresh muddy streak
Over those weary cheek muscles
Flashing an ear-to-ear smile, at joy’s peak.
Leaping and rolling in fresh dirt
Sunshine glimmering in her eyes
Calm pervades every inch of her body
Earth has embraced her, with arms open wide.