Moments of nourishment in the breeze
of fluttering leaves and soft arms,
fingers folding around the air.
Moments of laughter at oneself and the world. Creating a space for thoughts and absence of thoughts.
Moments filling time, time movin...
The grass shivers from my touch
Sensation streaming from toes and metatarsals
Wildflowers and bumble bees and frat boys
Is she crazy?