A Bed of Grass
There are those days when I need to lie down on a bed of grass
If not for an eternity, for a moment out of time
To stretch my belonging
To inhabit the earth
To inhale the life of the infinitesimal that I may recall the infinite
That I may pause and ponder alive
The majesty of blue skies
Eluding the downtrodden gaze of hustling masses.
Those who pause and beseech the heavens
Occasionally find sweet solace in a cloud
Lifting to reveal a ray of sunshine
Beaming, streaming warmth for just one spectacular moment.
When life overwhelms, find a patch of grass and surrender.
Even cold, wet moss on a damp, dreary day can invigorate and soothe.
Embrace the dirt and cleanse the soul.
Lie down and look up.
Rest and inhale the sky.
All that is right in the world is a result of uniting with the world.
All else, fracturing fiction.