England - 6.15.2011

6.15.2011
Red eyes on a silver plane
8am and the smell of 1000 Indians
Seven hours in the sky
and touch down
in light rain
Lost
in hard rain
Left side on the right
Rolling green hills
speckled with white coats
Sun bathing meadows
Stones older than my country
A path
narrows to a car and 2 sheep
Ivy flows from walls
with creeping moss
hiding its face
Wild flowers cluster
in the fern
Dashs of purple, yellow and white
Orange light
and muddy shoes
Climbing walls
Jumping fences
Kicking stones
The depth of the forest
eludes the eye
Kicking stones
The steam dances across our skin
as the sun illuminates
the clouds in impressionism
A blood red moon
bathes the bathers
Cool night air and fresh scents
It all makes sense.
Perfect sense