The Menil Lawn

A blanket on the grass
And the blades
Slightly taller than my pen
The sun warms me, fuels me

The wind rolls the grass
Then rolls over me
A tickle
To the back of my neck

I am able
To lay on my tummy
And write
Smile and sleep
It is my inspiration

I can not stop
Until my heart is done speaking
Or my ink runs dry
I can not stop
I don't have it in me
To stop before I'm done

And if I must
Words whirl in my mind
Roll in my mouth, on my tongue
And make me crazy!

Until they can leave
And go home
Where they belong