Tangled

Been tangled up in the weeds for some time now

roadside blindsided

 Caught up in the grasses, thistles and wheat

 but it is hard to leave even the weeds

the unwanted

the ignored

the trampled and forgotten

time spent in this vacant field
alone with plants of names I mostly don't know

is the most valuable time I have squandered in a long long while

i thrive on the thought of regeneration with a vengeance

 i savor the diversity and magnificent details

symmetry and unity found among chaos

and for brief (yet eternal) moments

I forget my aloneness
and the incessence of mosquitoes
the painful incessence of useless thoughts of things lost

 

he loves me not

 

but there are, eventually, more daisies among the scourage