You have to do it every now and then – get away.
It’s a survival tactic, demanded by circumstances,
by your mind, your soul. One of the best ones
is the one where you gather with friends, aged
as fine wine or a worthy cheese is aged, and walk
telling stories, sharing bits of wisdom gathered
along the way, noticing the foliage, the flowers,
quietly laughing, bathed in memories, making
fresh ones to carry you from this day in early June
into all the days to come. Yes. I’ll take this one.