The backyard becomes my sanctuary
when I feel like I don’t belong anywhere.
Early in the morning,
I hear the insects buried deep inside the flower blossoms
and see the birds nipping at the fresh water I put out for them.
Words are not needed.
Just a fresh breeze of air on my skin –
like a gentle hug from Mother Nature.
That is all that is spoken.
The pines above provide shade
in the summer heat – like a church dome
protecting its visitor.
Here I return several times throughout my day.
And each time the sunlight
illuminates my sanctuary in diverse angles
with different colors and reflections.
I feel peace, here in nature.
Until fireflies and circling bats
bid me “good night”.
Sacred, healing, peace for my soul:
“I belong after all!”