Timothy Leary and Me

Image by Sean McCormick.

On the grass I lay, rising to the fall of pitch.

A sea of land, sinuous and rich - I fall. Side to

side, listening for the siren’s call.

Flag of mind, undulating in the breeze below my

eyes. Turquoise brooding vastness of blue hues

and darkened skies. Dreams of bending curves -

streaming heat and galaxies. I lay and watch,

as they zip by.

An incandescent masterpiece - aglow, beneath

a roof of mind; protected by the vitality of

weathered trees, stripped back - holding the

vastness, of the prairie seas.

Lying on the floor, watching from afar, just

beyond the orange glow of the open door, we

sit and drink a cup of tea, while listening to the

march of pink wheat and crickets -

just Timothy Leary and me.

My poem entry for One Shoot Sunday, at One Stop Poetry.