If I didn't have a windchime

To ring while so many people

Seem to say things I don't understand,

My heart would burst with anxiety.

But my faithful windchime 

Sounds a lucky gong.

My mind crawls out an open window

And travels along a path of creativity

To a place where it walks barefoot

And free and invites my heart

To beat a little slower,

And to come and eat a picnic.

A blanket on the sand awaits,

Right where the waves and the sun 

And the land all meet,

And time stands still.

And I can still hear all the words being said,

But they don't bother my head

From way over here by the sea

Called Tranquility.

-jenn