Oblivious

Bluegrass

In this world of illusion

I tread lightly

leaving no footprints

no scent to be picked up

by marauding packs of

coniferous beasts

hungry for conquest

I lie down in tall, sweet

smelling, blue grass and listen

to the sound of the wind

as it moves over my hiding place

touching me gently

like a mother's kiss on

her child's cheek

I lie quietly feeling the

earth beneath me breathing

with an ancient rhythm

a subtle sweet massage

constant and penetrating

I feel safe

protected

oblivious

Ellecee

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Morning

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Surrounded by the mist of morning

I sit on deck of the "Matthew"

sipping coffee from a tin mug

wrapped in a hand towel to
protect my hands from burning
but thin enough for me to feel
the heat penetrating to the palms
of my hands
I hear the sound of small splashes
as the early birds dive beneath the
bay's surface for their morning meal
and once in awhile their muffled
messages reach me
sweet sounds in the mist
As the boat rocks me like a cradle
I am at peace and unhurried
Until the sun burns away our cover
the bay, the "Matthew", the birds
and me
are content
to be


"ellecee"




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