These Endless Moments

These Endless Moments

I lay in flat on the earth,
making my summer grass angel.

Above, the undersides of green and gold leaves glow in the afternoon light.

Below, cool roots connected to the hum of Earth’s heart reach mightily through the tips of their green tentacles,
imbibing open air.

A breeze flutters my lashes,
and steals each soft sigh
with its sly, formless fingers,
sashaying them away
through the soil, brush, bark and branches,
through the endless cycle of rise
and decay.

Oh, these endless moments…

 

more by A. M. LAINE

Photograph by Robert S. Donovan

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