At a Cabin in the Woods

by TS S. Fulk

Can you believe that on the edge of chaos lies stillness 

    Zoom meetings, distance learning, viral fears can be forgotten

For here the air is filled with chattering songs and clearness

Leave behind work, stress and threat of illness

    Here the earthy aroma is musty yet not rotten

For on the edge of chaos lies stillness

At a simple cabin in the woods, the earth holds a richness

    With the potential for treasures ungotten

All the while, the air is filled with whistling songs and clearness

The element that we seemingly avoid in town, placid tranquilness

    Combines with nature into a respite which can be gotten

Gratis, since on the edge of chaos lies stillness

Ah, to relax with coffee watching flitting blue tits eat with a fierceness

    That belies their form; yet they are not misbegotten

Just listen, the air is filled with their warbling songs and clearness

Shoes cast aside with the solar victory over chillness

    Lean back in the deck chair, clothed lightly in cotton

Yes, it’s true, on the edge of chaos lies stillness

Finally my mind, like the air, is filled with chattering songs and clearness