an interlude

i think i will go now
to where there s only i
beyond the reach of cell phones
and the ever frowning eye

i ll eat my lunch alone
out by the pasture spring
where cattle graze about me
and egrets alight to drink
from the cool flowing fountain
where the earth has sprung a leak

i will lie back among the horsenettle
the nightshade and the larkspur
and like a conqueror in a foreign land
i will incite the proud dandelion
to rebel against me
a rebellion that i will thwart
with a single breath
and after wards
i will tremble
in the afterglow of a sneeze

i will listen to the katydid
serenading me
from the willow hanging overhead
and the field crickets
chirruping ... chirruping
as even god plays elevator music)
among the tall reedy grass.

i will study the ants
for hours as i did when a child
fascinated by their tireless routine
i ll build castles among the clouds
without lifting a hand
and follow the floating ships
behind the curtains of mine eyes

i will reopen the book i d laid aside
(to read later) those many years now gone
and soon i ll forget you exist
i will only be aware
of the thrumming of my heart
against the workings of mine ear

as the afternoon wanes
a cicada symphony drones
but unheeding ... i will read on

won t you come too?