I heard once
That slumping through
Moss was enough
To satisfy any
Lust for adventure,
That turning
Pebbles over in my
Hand would be
Rugged enough,
That I should not
Dirty my dress
Or get bugs in my hair,
But I have also heard
That rolling
Over hills and under
Starry skies is never
Enough for a
Single lifetime,
It is never enough
To quench a thirst
For dipping toes in lakes,
Washing hands
In rivers and falling
Asleep to the crickets
Buzz, humming in my ear
Whilst grass and
Earth so cool
Under my body
Tickles before I become
A treat for tiny
Bugs whom I implore
To be gentle
To leave a little something
For myself.
T. DM
P.S. I would love some feedback on this piece, mostly regarding whether or not it sounds incomplete. Cheers readers!
Poetry and Prose by Teresa Di Matteo 
Since you asked for feedback…
I was hoping to hear a more pronounced voice of what you believe to be the case. I gather that the second half is more aligned with your stance, but I think this is weakened by the line, “But I have also heard,” in which case the second half could merely be another view that you’ve heard that you may or may not agree with. Having said that, I really liked the imagery evoked.
Ahh yes. I see your point. I need to be clear and assertive on where I stand. I certainly think it is incomplete in this case. Thank you very much for reading and for your feedback 🙂