PARADISE

The smell of summer greenery
blue sky sun layered upon bird-
song, watching the planes jet-
stream to paradise.

I’ve arrived here in this moment,
the balancing lakes are by my side.
The water moves like nothing else
but water on a lake,

even the flies are using me
as a landing strip and the tiny
flakes of pollen helicopter down.

Even the birds and the squirrels
In the shade want to be photo-
graphed, I could sit here for hours
watching nature-what could happen
on this glorious day?

Nature could stop all this
and send me away but
not today this poem
is following
a jet- stream.