THE BOAT IN MY HEAD:
In the Emerald City I can’t breath underground, sweating
bodies up close, long stares. Moving fast between stations
to get back above ground, irradiated by electricity, slouching,
hang dog, everybody checking each other out, power talking.
I dream of being back on the boat, slipping slow, unseen at
the back of the world.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Who can blame you? This is my idyll, the slower life that panders to my love of nature. Our lives filled with stress and the constant rush is a killer.
Safe in the shade..
Where you hide your shadow*