If I breathe
everything will
break.
I capture
the moment
through
half closed lashes.
The grass,
neat as plastic,
trimmed by
endless sheep.
The azure ozone
dusted with clouds
topped by a
golden globe.
A flotilla of geese
wafts
across the
sunglass tinted water.
Green spires stretch
higher
and
higher
till my eyes go numb.
Darting swifts,
graze me
back to
life.
Wordland 