Seeking Stillness

A sheltered copse, if scarcely set
An easy jaunt from cities' breadth,
Allows escape when aches reside
The stillest centers of my breast.

No birds do sound, if present by -
We share what little silence bides -
An emptiness that circles 'round
And curls across the open skies.

A tended path yet cleaves the ground -
Meanders, gently, back to town -
Where city-streets await my sweep,
Their glass-wrought towers like a crown.

Oh, both horizons beckon sweet,
And draw me, oft, within their keep -
But as to how I love life best,
'Tis fairer said that both complete.

So I rejoin, at none's behest,
The world beyond the woodlands' wrest -
And all is just as I had left,
And stillness settles on my breast.