Mistress of the Meadow Maybe

I am the sorcerer of nothing The master of no one The author of an imaginary missive still in the bowels of non-existence I am the queen of thought processes Flirting and flitting in another dimension Nowhere near my dendrite field, ignoring me completely I am dallying and dallying this week. I am frivolously playing. I am living my truth, unconcerned at the lack of wisdom or thought. I am lying in the sun in a lawn chair With a happy dog at my feet We are practically napping. Bunnies are hopping around, fearing neither of us Cardinals are flipping us the bird No small feat but delightful It is summer and I am the mistress of the meadow I am the goddess of clover I am the keeper of the lull - life is good.