Sometimes

Sometimes
I only want to hear the voice I have forgotten,
I only want to sit in the stillness of a meadow
with the late morning Sun upon my back.

Sometimes
in the evening I linger to watch the stars come out one by one.

Sometimes
I awaken far away from everywhere in the middle of the night mouth open in awe
beneath the myriad stars riddling the Universe.

Sometimes
I fall asleep oblivious to all.