walking with clouds
fingers intertwined
floating
eyes wide
i stare at blue until it hurts
discover every hue and shade imaginable
all I see are spots
tiny things wizzing past focus
ears only halfway compromised
i listen to airplanes threaten birdsong
watch trees tanning
florence dances with her machine
i am perfectly content
it's the kind of day to water the plants, make a mango salad and drink cold tea spiked with lemon & lavendar
make a wish
blow
let hope grow from blades of grass and dreams blossom from bee wings