the carpet in my living room
poem
Sometimes I like to lay on my back on my carpet in my living room and close my eyes real tight and wait long enough then suddenly I’m laying in a field There are all kinds of bugs crawling around but they cannot bite me (nor can I squish them), and the tree pollen will not make me sneeze I could lay here forever Can you smell that dewy grass, too? Hear the buzz of the bee nearby? Feel the breeze ripple over your body? I could lay here forever Those red flowers that smell so nice We’ll pick some for the dining room vase We could lay here forever Every apple more delicious than the last I’ll rough the dough out for a pie when we get home We could stay here forever Home that’s a funny word I think maybe I’m home. Right now, with you We’ll be here forever Just so long as we lay hear a little longer & dream a little harder
I found myself back in a field I used to visit, only this time it was better. It was perfect. There was peace on earth.
ok now that substack is letting me comment this is what I was going to say: the imagery in this piece is absolutely phenomenal and I really want to lay down in a meadow now
this just popped up for me and omg. i lay on my floor all the time (so grounding??? so calming!!!) and now i want to go lie down and listen to this so i, too, can be laying in a meadow