Leave me on the coast,

The salt breeze in my hair

and warm sand under foot;

in the meadow with the larks,

where the tall grass tickles my thighs

and the rolling hills teem

with lithe grasshoppers and fat bumblebees

beneath an azure sky.

Leave me in a mossy wood

haunted only by birdsong,

the damp earth a kaleidoscope of stippled sunlight 

dancing through the emerald canopy overhead.

Oh, please leave me 

with the sweet scent of summer rain,

the early morning dew 

on the spider’s gossamer threads,

the babble of a stream through ancient rock,

the eternal roar of a waterfall.

Leave me 

in the same place where your emails find me, 

alone with my wild thoughts, tethered

to the world around me; 

an innovation

fueled only by the whisper of air in my lungs 

and the persistent drum beat 

of my own heart.