Summer Day

Stave 1
Out in the field tomatoes lick my face
spreading seed-speckled slobber all over my cheek.
I'm all goofy grins as I lay in the field
carried into the day by the babbling creek.

Stave 2
Jumping at rocks it makes kind ker-splashes
over at the bend it gurgles as it turns right.
Spacing to splishes my thoughts turn to you
and I lay hypnotized till day turns to night.

Stave 3
Adrift in a concept my knitted brow
ponders painstakingly a possibility.
But blissful days like today are too rare
too agonize over a probability.

Stave 4
Dawn breaks like a hole in a starlit wall.
I open my crusted eyes on the droplets of dew.
I get up groggily, and head towards home
sailing, satisfied and sound, in a sea called blue.