Sun-soaked air,

Heating all surfaces,

Melting me into place,

And into the lightness,

And caring of commonness.

All the breaths,

And all the sighs,

Of the every-day,

Little bugs parading,

Food away,

And slight shifts,

Again and again,

Of clouds through the sky.

From Ships sailing,

To dispersal of birds.

To my crowd of thoughts,

Thirsting for answers,

On living here,

Traveling there,

Settling when? Where?

Finally resting blankly,

Feeling heartbeat under hand.

No other landscape,

Loves me more than this,

And I can take it anywhere.