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