Slow But Not in Agony

Sitting on the barn haystack
Watching the shadows of the sun change,
Counting cars that exist only in imagination.
A rural landscape,
Eyes full of wheat fields.

There is no plan today,
No guilt in idling.
Waiting for a fly to come,
And if I am lucky,
A dragonfly.

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa