tall blades of grass, clustered in bunches

rooting upward through shallow, marshy algae water

the smell of mud and fishing when i was a young boy

hush in the leaves travels through tree tops

building force and splaying out over the marsh

grasses yield, arcing and undulating, nearby, their brown fall tips, reach forth and grasp for me

above grey clouds, the simmering burn of jet fuel

the injection of aerated fossil fuels into chambers

with sparks

repeated in quick succession by passing vehicles reaches softly in above the wall of trees

hot sunshine through opening clouds

brings waves of sensation across face, arms, chest…mmm, i wish this could last forever

lying down on the wobbly boardwalk, flapping grasses spit splashes of water as gustly visitation races into openings and bumps those in it’s path

ugggh!…pain shoots through my right mid-back, restrained during the rush of my morning commute

clouds in a traffic jam bring on a sadness, a feeling of not wanting to be here, to resist and move away from this moment and return to sunshine

as i stare up, listening and waiting, the clouds move and swirl as does this sadness

which has become boredom and then anxiety about why i’m bored

crickets start singing, picking up where the others leave off, or were they singing this whole time and and i just wasn’t aware

wasps lazily harvest pollen, do they know first frost is coming? i dreamt of snow just the other day.