In search of story

Disconnections: June 24.18


A willing suspension

of everything,

deliberate slow reach

daring, cautious quest

rising skyward from some restless molecule

within —

if you’re lucky

the grass prickles your back

clover tickles your heels

summer earth pillows your head

if you’re good at it

you seem mere debris

senseless —

the fine art of watching clouds

is not quickly attained.




6 thoughts on “Disconnections: June 24.18

  1. When I was a kid, there was nothing I liked better than laying on the grass. Now, I wouldn’t take the chance with ticks and such. My age is showing, I know. 🙂

    • Oh, yikes! Ticks! Yep, they’d keep me off the grass for sure! Do you remember that at one time we could even sit cross-legged on the grass? Yes, I know: these days it would be a call to that busy fire department. Well, we can remember.

  2. Thank you! I just came in from evening gardening, am sweaty and will not be mistaken for Princess Kate. So I am especially grateful for the laugh — you speak truth!

  3. I often see creatures in the clouds – fleetingly as they hide themselves again so quickly. I suspect a moment or two earlier we might have seen Donald Duck hanging about in these.

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