in leaves blowing fast and slow in
spirals all around
cool refreshing, mind enmeshed in
where I am now found

contemplating while I'm waiting
for what's about to come
never knowing where I'm going,
lying in the Sun

as words keep flowing from below in
and out of rhyme
rhythmic pulses which dissolve as
I find the time

to keep going, never knowing
what's about to come,
season changing feeling strange in
a fading summer Sun

ever lower, ever slower
rising to then set -
thoughts while lying under sky in
what is not here yet...