sinking into a warm afternoon
with time collapsing in the deep shade
here are hidden nirvanas of now
and clandestine articles of life
all lounging beneath a full green tree
all whispering if you do not move
you can’t be seen the world of motion
will spin on within you without you
a drop of perspiration drips from
my hand to the grass and everything
is still in the ebbing afternoon

(Words and images Copyright 2013©by Michael Kallstrom)