it just is.

living day today
there was something
about the breeze
that blew about me
every now and then;
something about the shade
from a nearby tree.
something about the
clear blue sky above me,
and the crisp clean
air around me.
there was something
about the sound
of rushing water beneath me,
and something
about the way
sunlight rippled
and danced around
forgotten pennies.
there was something
about the green
green grass before me
and royce's warm
brick red glow beside me.
there was something
about closing my book,
losing myself in faces
rather than pages
and something about
the ant and fly
who paused briefly
to share my seat.
there was something,
just something,
about inhaling deeply
and letting go;
something,
about today.
[11.10.2003]