Today I needed to clear my head, and what I usually do is to go to the park.
Swinging away I let the blood rush and momentum be a sort of escape for me…and my melancholy escaped for a minute.
I was reminded of a poem I wrote some time ago:
Sacred Paper Planes
As I dwindle everywhere,
Invisible arms choke me.
I feel pain, but yet do not perish,
As if I need no water to drown.
My mind is chaotic,
But it refuses to give up on peace.
So grab five words against me,
And I will twist them to my will.
Oh where has the sacred gone?
Was it ever here?
I have tried to slay my soul
And it is of no use.
It is true that my heart
Resonates heat and light.
But my body is an ice-chamber,
And as the windmill spins east,
The mother and the son walk the streets,
There goes my yellow plane now,
And I let my paper go.
What kinds of things do you do to release and refresh?