Sent: 5/31/2005 8:27 PM
at lunchtime
i laid outside
on Columbia's
library's steps
to take a nap
in the sun
it is a time
that i get away
from it all
i lay
i meditate
i pray
the sun was warm
the breezes cool
the trees shushed
a brushed melody
transfixing me
when lost
in that seizure
of peace
i bit my tounge
sharp pain
jolting
a suddenly
to open my eyes
to see
that right
there beside me
also napping
rather close
to my demined knee
was a white bird
almost a dove
but not quite
with eyes closed
resting
feathers
breathing
nested
and me realizing
this was me
a pigeon
