Tall grass of my mind

In the tall grass
of my mind
it is always Saturday,
and there is never work
to come
nor deadlines,
just empty pages
to be filled with
these flooding thoughts
laughter and sunshine
the rain is distant;
we can see it,
but we feel the rays of day
and this breeze
through the reeds
and nothing could be more
simple or perfect
than now.

Don't go.
Tomorrow is too soon.