there is there, there

...and at lunch i venture to a new place-- a nearby school, an adjacent park. i take my heels off, roll up my pants, walk shoeless through the sand to a bench. i sit in the sun and peel an orange, slowly, breathing.

but i cannot sit there for long. walking through the freshly-mowed grass i find i am dragging by feet to feel what i am smelling to play with the ground the earth and then i stop--

green feet does not look so well to those at work, probably.

so i pick up my feet and continue walking.

there are some places where the sky truly is endless; where it meets nothing where it stretches where i stretch to meet where the blue just runs and runs.

here, above the trees, there is that running sky
and it is something i cannot reach
and it is something i can
and it is something i cannot

i smile at the lawn-mower; (if just for a day) and he waves back, sharing the moment the moment the moment