floating … {a summer scribble}

I lie down

on the lake …

Hot languid light:


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…


Let’s just lie here
and be still. ❤


  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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