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.