Two long leafy arms. Support my back
As I face the sun. In the deep blue
I lay my head. In the wye
Of a stout shady branch. And see a high
White cloud slide by.
I would do it again. Any chance that comes
To look into the heavens. To feel the sun
On my face.
I soak in this river. Of kindness like a balm;
This warmth a portrait. Of all penetrating,
All satisfying grace.