A Midsummer Daydream

The mists shaded the top

Of the forested hills,
Stretching for miles on end.
From out of the mists,
Frothy water descended,
Meandering through the slopes.
My eyes surveyed the landscape,
With awe and wonder.
I had this inexplicable urge,
To forsake my arid
Global warming world.
Flee the greyness,
Desert the pollution,
The crowds.
Fade the metallic noises,
Expand the exiguousness.

Lisa Torcato
November 2014

To immerse in the greenery,

Tread through the centenary trees,
Smell the moistened air,
Hear the cacophony of birds
Tap the fresh limpid water.
A desperation to make sure,
All I saw would not end,
That my world and this one
Would somehow reconcile,
Cohabit, harmonize. Integrate.
There would be plenty.
There would be comfort.
Sharing. Placidity.
Atonement.
Not such anguish of living,
In the murky middle-ages
Of found-lacking technology.