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.