OFF THE GRID

By Katherine Harris Szerdy

Hocking Hills

     forced the Screen Queen to

Gaze at the afternoon light

     reflecting off young leaves,

Listen to the cat-like calls of deer

     beckoning little ones to stay close,

Smell spring saplings lift

      Rich loam from last year’s leaves--

Green tendrils unfurl, 

      nudging their way,

             seeking sun’s rays.

I soak up the silence,

      wallow in the whispers of

Foothills formidable enough

     to keep

              signals from

                    penetrating…

24 hours

     off the grid

          zero bars, no not one…

  And that’s a good thing.

© 2014