Whenever you feel weary  
What I wish for you
Is to not take a pill or a drink or a man
      To distract your soul. 

But instead
To put down your phone,
Pour out your glass, 
And take a long, aimless walk 
Beneath the tall oaks and maples, 
Who will offer
With their hand-sized leaves
A kind, gentle shade. 

Alone, may the unburdened quiet
Invite you to listen and watch
The lady cardinal 
Flutter and chirp carelessly
In the wildflowers,
Whose wardrobe of bright petals
Twirl like the skirt of a ballerina.

Once you reach a dense
Patch of forest
Note how the golden light
Indiscriminately casts itself over the 
Scattered, moss-covered logs,
The abandoned, sandstone boulders,
And the lush shrubbery beneath
The stubborn vines,
All creating a wild geometry
That need never be organized.
      Nor judged. 
            Nor tamed. 

Whenever you feel weary,
What I wish for you
Is to walk down a path
That reveals the wild geometry
      That exists inside of you.