Child Meditating

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.