Cradle

Cradle

Late for a forgotten morning meeting,

I raced along the highway, trying desperately to be on time,

Past the blurred trees in hues of orange, yellow and red ,

While my panting thoughts raced ahead of me,

And suddenly I saw a tree-top glowing a perfect orange-red,

Peek out from a cradle of green,

And there among my frantic thoughts chasing each other in circles,

And guilt and panic bubbling up,

I found a cradle of peace,

To exhale, to breathe , to simply be. 

--shubha