Post Climax Relief

The Rain came down

And washed all the Noises

Away—

 

For the first time,

I was taken astray,

Far away,

To distant Lands 

Where I would find myself 

Steady,

 

Free to breathe the same

Air 

Of consistency—

 

So that no matter where 

My feet settle—

The Sierras or

The Himalayans,

 

I would still keep

That which

No Man

Can ever take away.