floating … {a summer scribble}

I lie down

on the lake …

Hot languid light:

lake2

Liquid green
at my back, and
a face full of sky — cielo.

See that blue, though —
a broken-open husk
of  heaven.

No place to be.
Nothing to say.
Two palmfuls of cloud…

lake1

Let’s just lie here
and be still. ❤

15 Comments

  1. Floating… lying… being still. It speaks to something deep inside me, and yet it is SO hard for me to tolerate! Thank you for this beautiful poem to reflect on tonight as I attempt to find a little stillness and quiet my racing heart and mind.

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