Wandering, Wondering, Sunburns

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature. - Thoreau

as my chambered heart churns

as my one-room soul burns

earth spins and overturns

hell yearns

an empty pocket earns

i walk through row after row of invisible, lush, green ferns

along with uneven sideburns

too many concerns

as my brain learns

as tomorrow returns

and yesterday spurns

Author's Note

"It is desirable that a man be clad so simply that he can lay his hands on himself in the dark, and that he live in all respects so compactly and preparedly, that, if an enemy take the town, he can, like the old philosopher, walk out the gate empty-handed without anxiety." - Thoreau