Blown Away

I sit on a straw bale in my front yard,
the wind whips through the trees tearing a leaf off.
I watch and wonder where the wind will carry it.

Over half a dozen fields,
over houses and roads,
I wonder how far the wind will carry it...

Maybe the next town,
maybe the next state...
I wonder what it would be like to have the wind carry me away...

To float over towns,
Watch the silly people below...
Crawling around and bumping into each other like busy ants.

They keep saying they are so busy,
and yet the only one that makes them busy is themself.
I wonder what they would do if time slowed down just for a moment...

I wonder if they would take just one second,
and smell the roses...
or watch a leaf blow by in the wind...