sundays

i am quiet today

thoughtful

but even my thoughts are quiet

like mall summer clouds

that drift along

in the way that they began

instead of the lightning stuffed storms

that usually plague my mind

i have put everything

on a gentle mute

so that the sounds are fuzzy

and do not reach me here

like the humming of a plane

to an ant

nothing of importance

and so i drift

in my dress of white and blue

that settles around me

like a cocoon of cotton

looking like a small piece of sky

against the green grass.