Number 17

Overcoming the present to reach it,
now that the moment is steady,
still,
melted,
under the afternoon summer sun,
while you find yourself jointed onto the grass,
grounded,
part of the circular whole.

Consider your little being,
– the sky is so beautiful
Reach it and love it,
then think it,
shout it loud,
“I’m gonna die now!”

Silence.
And while lingering on the wavy poppies,
you’ll feel your heart bursting in your throat,
that you did not.