[poetry]by[me] - A Moment of

A Moment of by [me]

to lay in the grass and feel the chaotic mess of this nature
to feel the pricks and prickles of the growing grass
to smell the soil and feel the small bugs jump past my arms
to rest my hands behind my head and close my eye and just be

and when i open my eyes
the sky stares back at me

with the sun moves across the blue canvas, emotions changing
with a abstract plethora of clouds, smeared to a artist desire
with rigid blue with streaks of white, exhaust from the planes that go up
sometimes black and silent, as the night itself
sometimes filled with the aging light, of stars long past

but as time moves in a direction unkown
the busy of the bodies comes flowing back
the stresses of the things come inching in
the fleeting in the seconds comes ticking away

in that moment again
My mind thinks about the moment, the hour, and the day

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