a meadow clearing

just one simple clearing on a distant hill
visible only from tall buildings
and with the right light
it stands protected from the wind
yet burdened by the sun
and that's just how I like it

fantasies of days spent
kicking around the tall grass,
laying under the dancing clouds or
a vast expansive night sky

the rays of sunlight reflecting off its blades shine through my window
and the presence of this clearing among a forest of identical trees
is what shines in my memory

I ought to move away from the city
to the country
and find this hidden oasis
perhaps during its bloom of wild flowers
and build the home, my home, I've always wanted to build
and maybe then,
I can come to understand the meaning of peace
that nowadays even romantics diminish
and experience, not momentary happiness
but true joy
and come to find what I've been looking for
all along