Floating Sky-Watcher

I turn from to-do lists and clocks to sprawl on the grass behind sunglasses, incognito.  A sky-watcher. 

Trapped sighs escape, rise into the air.  Graceful daisies bob their calm, knowing faces in affirmation.  A perky little chipmunk perches on a rock beside a clump of swaying grasses, nibbling a celebratory seed in honor of my pause. 

The earth lies solid and cool beneath me while the sky opens infinitely above. I’m deaf to the lapping melody of the waves, and yet a water-song whispers deep in my memory.  

I watch the clouds, and study a tiny one that invites me with silent breath to ascend and join it in that high place. And so we float in tandem, easy and free, until it drifts from sight - and then I rise and return to my blessings.