Monday, June 12, 2017

Peace

moments of memories and
memories of moments dance
across my mental countryside
while in the grass I lay,
transfixed by a noon day sun
and the clouds that perform
a ballet on a stage of air;
moving blades of grass tickle,
pollen falls like a fine mist,
morning dew dampens my clothes
while tree roots grow underneath,
and I can feel their digging
movements throughout my body;
birds fly and dive all around
while hard pillow of rocks poke
into a fragile spine that holds
me together and allows me to
lay prone upon this ancient earth,
as I become part of it and it
of me forever more in peace.

18Apr17

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