Drifting By

I flop down
on the green grass,
thinking I might rest
for a minute.

I close my eyes,
the quiet takes over.
But then a little
voice,
open your eyes.

I do.

Before me
is the sky,
and the clouds
drifting by.

I watch.

There is elegance in their
motion,
an unchoreographed
dance of beauty
and mystery.

I stay
far longer than I expected,
captivated,
amazed
and grateful.