my rendezvous

Literally
suffocated by cement,
i desperately reached to the nearest nature:
a man-made reservior.

i scrambled for a patch of grass,
sat there and meditated,
breathed and hear the birds chirped,
felt the wind in my hair,
opened my eyes to welcome the reservoir that greeted,
and returned the greetings with a wide smile.

maybe because
once a guide will always be a guide,
i laid on the patch,
feeling "connected" with nature once again.
Like a mommy singing lullabys,
the grass soothed my overwhelming emotions.

I felt liberated.

And then
wondered if anyone thought I was
eccentric.