Think of them now, as you look out onto the grass and sky
All of them. Millions. In cars headed into cities, into buildings, into cubicles
This is where all of it has led?
But this summer day, when I breathe it
Speaks of rest and slow flight. Gliding.
I remember my dripping feet darkening the concrete at the edge of the pool
And feeling immortal and surrounded by wonder in the warmth and light
The jagged lines of light dancing on the blue bottom of the pool
And laughter of the younger children
And the girls lying on long, white towels on the painted benches
Take time to watch the trees now
They move only with the breeze