Fully-Extended Lawn-Chair Back-Porch Star-Gazing Meditation


Hazy white, blue night
deep space light —

Smoke curls, swirls, ascends from my lips
like spirits from the earth

gathers
in clouds of contemplation

the higher they rise
the thinner and more wispy
the thoughts become, until dissipation
changing from something to nothing to everything.

Tiny yellow horseweed blooms
burst and scatter pollen on the porch-rail
sway against a starry-night
background. The wind licks
my bare skin like a lover.

Three suns die
their final expressions
written across the sky.