Created Moments

As I recline slowly, letting my head 
drift to the side before my body 
cascades as a whole onto my new grassy bed 
I pause, eyes readjusting to the damp light of dusk. 

I invade the grass with each movement 
sliding my heavy hand in front of my face 
light plays off my palm casting shadows 
on myself and the ground. 

Culmination of darkness, shadow and dusk, 
create a stage for illusion 
allowing grass to dance in my sight 
swaying from the gravity of mist and the whistle of wind. 

Unappreciated, unseen, untouched, yet this shadowy patch 
holds more beauty in this instance, than most things in a lifetime.


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