Waters

Laying on this earth, under this sky, you could almost believe you belong. That you are here with purpose, that you have more roots than a tree that’s lived a hundred years. You won’t acknowledge that you feel at peace laying here letting the waters lap up and down your legs. If you let yourself think then other things will slip through. Like nails to a chalkboard those other thoughts with rip through your brain. So, you are going let those creeping thoughts all slip and fade for now. Even if you still let yourself wonder how it is you can do nothing and feel better than when you will eventually have get up and dry off. But, still you lay here with your eyes closed feeling the warmth of the sun, the glare almost blinding and believe you are at home.