perched in the grass
smack dab in the middle of the path between the sidewalk and the front porch steps
of my cottage home for the next 2 weeks.
so light.
so well formed.
so unscathed by the fall
from the higher branches
to the ground that
it must have
endured.
so now
it graces the sill
that holds the small town,
a view all framed
almost to the ocean.
this is the place
that my mind has
needed to be
– at rest.