A Moment

Written 30 June 2013

 

I find myself lying on dry ground,

my eyes resting on the sky,

the unkempt mosaic of leaves around it,

the distant clouds, otherworldly but familiar, sky-long wrinkles,

hearing a plane scrape past,

feeling the warm, faint sting of recent sunshine,

the breeze washing over me,

for this moment, at least,

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