the syncopated bounce
of the ball–the trees
cast patchy shadows.

i have contemplated many things
big, small, green, and even parkable
things
once i considered
out of a fast food italian restaurant

i’ve pondered
over lakes and cheetoes
but never seafood

thoughts have come
while swimming and looking up out of the water
towards the air
i have wondered,
maybe this isn’t water poured in a hold
but rather our earth
is one big bubble of said pool

things i think and things i feel
have happened with no shoes
and no shorts
often with nothing at all

but i know
thoughts will continue to come
as long as i’m allowed to
come-template