NOT OF THIS WORLD (workshop final exercise)

Warm sun unnoticed
bathes me on this sylvan hill
as my mind wanders

here I am
Standing and ignoring you
it seems.
For I'm in my mind
elsewhere with my muse.

Maybe you see me looking up
watching contrails or geese
with an inaudible sigh.
Give me some tolerance please

Does it seem I only visit here
occasionally at random?
I'm checking on those whom I hold dear
and trying to write a poem or two.

For beyond these trails is my true home
where trees are tall and hills are steep,
the places where the wild things live
not among the human sheep.

So let me walk my wilding way
each day at least a little while
that world of green and mossy gray
which lends to me this quiet smile.