Babble On

hidden deep in the forest
past damp, dark green ferns 
a seat poses as a moss covered log
I sit 
far enough away from people, 
traffic or sounds of civilization 
to soothe my nerves 
and allow me to quietly reflect
with only the babble of the brook 
as a peaceful background noise. 
That is until the brook started to babble on 
about what I was doing sitting there. 
And didn’t I have things I should be doing?
Where were you last night? 
Who was the girl? 
Why aren’t you at work? 
Have you been drinking?
Where are your shoes?