To be a cloud-watcher

Sometimes I think I want to be like a sage,

a cloud-watcher,

a dog sitting by the bay—

a thing content to not partake;

Like a lazy fisherman untroubled by the day

a lizard bathing in the world’s ways

simple enough,

astute enough, 

to never watch,

but, only see;

to just be 

but, never really live.



Okay, I’ve got nothing to say.

But, it’s sunny out there,

and the air is as still as our brains-

heavy and opaque

as our eyes lay in lakes of silky mundane.

Hearts abandoned to beat away,

let’s just turn into mountains watching

the slow-turn of the day.  


Picture - unknown origin

Picture – unknown origin