Summer Musing

The grass has grown so tall From all the summer rainfall, (Waist high and growing fast) Half blocking the narrow dune paths I’ve just gone up the biggest one, And sit in my usual spot to think; Atop my sandy mountain loft, The people seem to shrink I almost want to pick them Like ants from the shore below, And invite them to sit and talk, or listen, But they have places to go The sun is floating on the lake— A giant beach ball set adrift, And like a careless kid I sit, And watch it drift away.