If you search for a place to lessen your burdens,
a place like a wood, or the edge of a river,
a place where your mind is relieved,
you learn that the quest in itself
increases the weight of your sorrows.
But then when least you expect it,
when talking and joking with friends, you
find that your breathing has grown
like wind through your forest
and the laughter you share is
the river, the beaches
and mountains you’ve climbed.
A place of contentment
is never a conquest
but a path through the forest
you share with your friends.