Drifting

Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.

As I sit quietly under this tree,

I think of life’s big questions and then sigh.

I wonder if someday I’ll truly see.

As I sit quietly under this tree,

the sun is shining warm upon my face.

I wonder if someday I’ll truly see

the beauty hidden deep inside this place .

The sun is shining warm upon my face.

I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light,

the beauty hidden deep inside this place,

as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight.

I stretch out, gladly soaking up the light.

I think of life’s big questions and then sigh;

as arms of golden warmth embrace me tight,

clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky.

** This pantoum was written in iambic pentameter, and it seemed the perfect way to describe my feelings as I watched the clouds perform their slow-motion race overhead. The picture was taken as I sat under the tree and composed the lines.