by Francesca West
Hot sun. Lying out underneath the clouds.
White spots on blue. Fluff in the sky.
The sky which hides all depth.
My eyes that play with colors.
I see the red warmth
And feel the yellow light all around me.
I laid on the front lawn in a timeless state,
Being of nothing,
Existing as I take each breath,
Knowing how to not know.
A child laying the foundation,
Laying down the inner road.