Dewy Thoughts

Morning dreams rising thick and silky in misty morning


What was that I was thinking…dreaming…Sand through the fingers


Deep thick water with ropy waves


And the little lizards demand all the flat, dry places.


Dewy thoughts


Pieces of the sky washed up at the waters edge

Dawn breaks and pieces of the sky scattered and washed up on the shore

Dead calm before the rising of the sun

And out on the lake, an insects view of the world

Poking the pond a thousand times until the world is ripple wonderful