Dead grass moves in rhythm with the breeze,
dancing loftily, casting shadows that mock,
while wind whispers things to tempt wonder,
and ants crawl upon the rocks.
I look upon the sun and clouds,
feeling things inside me,
marching, coursing, thundering
pounding against my brain,
moving my body with the pace,
rocking left and right and sensing sensations,
a thought pierces my perception,
and I return home,
happiness? yes.
My toes curl in the dirt,
my mind cleared, alive.
Tasting life itself, moved beyond reality,
I stand tall.