find me a field for napping today.
no bid for a blanket beneath; the grasses and dandelions bend kindly for sleepy guests. gossamer clouds drift me dreamily into an afternoon reverie; their fleecy cotton shade my face. cadenced buzzing of the bees quiet what yoga couldn’t. i lay undisturbed.
here, i’ll move over. napping fields open unbounded for the warm-hearted.
*image Luca Patrone
