i walk quietly
through an expanse
of dewy grass
and feel
the tall blades
deposit cool droplets
on the skin
of my ankles and feet
my eyes settle
on the opal mist
hovering above
the heavy heads
of summer wheat
stretching as far
as my eyes can see
i breathe in the coolness
of the air
and notice the way
it moves crisply
across my exposed skin
i lift my eyes
to the horizon
and watch
as an unseen hand
paints soft pastels
across the sky
an overgrown path
winks invitingly
offering
to take me
somewhere new
but i decline
because
i have no desire
to go or do
i just want to be
a part
of this lovely morning
