White Islands In a Blue Sea

I close my eyes and remember Lying down, watching clouds, Where grass tips lightly touch me With sensations that are somewhere Between tickling and irritation; And the air’s heavily sweetened By fresh growth scented Summer; And sunshine envelops me In warming blankets of light. White islands in a blue sea Pass in front of me floating. Sense of position and distance Are lost in the possibility Earth’s turned on its side And only consciousness of gravity Prevents me stepping forward And dismisses the notion I can walk towards the sky.