Lounging beneath the blue sky

and feeling Florida’s April warmth

I watched clouds playing.


The sun appeared now and then

and when it did my warmth increased.


At some point I found rapture.


I took on the word thoughtless

and thought my misuse of it

described my best intentions.


I wished to be with less and less thought —

to lose my meandering mind

in the midst of my pleasure, so much so

that I would not think  at all — or hardly.


I wished to be aware of my surroundings

and yet to think as less as possible

about my place in life.


My agenda could take a walk —

my theology cast aside —

my loves forgotten.


I got close to that, that afternoon

for just a little while

and it became a blessing.


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