HIDING OUT Charlotte Greer Slater 7.11
Hiding out in my garden again today
Letting the flowers and bees fuel my creative juices
Attempting to divine what they are trying to convey
Clinging to feelings this environment induces
Do I pick up pencil and sketch?
Address the keyboard to log my thoughts?
Feelings purging and outstretched
urgent questions of how to parlay my mental snapshots
My world is filled with rocks, fossils and bones
Warm fuzzy animals vying for a lap to retain
For these things I feel I have nothing to atone
No apologies necessary for my life arcane
In other circles I feel the need to explain my eccentricities
I often use the old refrain
I come by it honestly, it’s a family disease
But luckily, friends usually chime in and explain
I look around, pseudo-master of my domain
With a spirit I am unable to contain
Others look on as if I am the peaceable insane.
Or the eccentric, one in the same.