A low hum drones on

New hums chime in

As the sun zeniths

And the temperature rises

A backdrop of song birds

Competing for air space

Chirps break the low drone

Then fade

Soft rolling hills

And a green glade

Large clouds one a swan

Another an alien ship

Move across the frame

My head twirls in all directions

Flowing up and down on drafts

Like the buzzards circling

On hot air currents

My body sinks down into the soft plastic chair

My feet resting on deck planks

Cracks rising up here and dropping there

Portals of vibration ebb and flow between my toes

The sparrow flies into its domain

While mocking birds stand sentry

Or turn their ears towards the sound of earthworms drumming

Mountain fresh air cleanses the lungs of smog,

The mind of excessive thinking

The slightly pungent and sweet smell of pasture grasses rise and fall on gentle breezes

Like a warm hug from a beloved friend

A moment I ne’er want to end