The Nap

Sprawled back on my porch swing just being
Slowly rocking so slow
Just a movement like a second hand
See the tiny spider amongst the chain
Hear the neighbor spraying water
Feel warm air on my arms
Lawn mower down the road, background music
See only thoughts,  lids closed,  feel smaller
Being induced or seduced
One thought remaining, doesn’t matter what
Just that I’m on it traveling along
A straight line decreasing size quickly
Finally pinpoint and less, gets so small
Seems to disappear,  but implodes
Through the veil or hole
It’s only big enough for the inside of me
Have arrived but won’t know it
Until I come back


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