The sun hits the field in streams Clouds shake loose prisms of light Beckoning,
A boy kicks a multi colored neon soccer ball Another runs toward the new playground Little girls gather on the bridge
You look toward the homestead People in small groups enjoying the breeze children start to gather by an old playhouse Little climbers buckled in by white rope, tied on the chimney sounds of adventure erupt as they scale up, worried dads split attention between laughter and vigilance
Nearby, friends sit on camping chairs, a red picnic blanket Feet facing each other, planted firm as laughter ebbs and flows Your mind stretches Pressing against a languid liquid wall, hopeful
The sun sits lower now, warming the grass golden A way of the world, held together by outstretched hands Reaching gentle and firm
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 