The day is perfect, I grin

I sat on the grass, cross-legged.
Sitting still, I watched the clouds.
A yoga stance I portrayed.
Eyes lifted up to the sky.

I didn’t day dream, I watched.
Fascinated with the changes.
I was entranced, I sighed.
Clouds touching the blue skies.

I see white cotton candy.
Of summer days, of blue skies.
Soft clouds of sweet memories.
The sun kissing my face.

I have to leave soon, I sigh.
Yet, I don’t move.
The day is perfect. I grin.
I continue watching the clouds.

By C.E. Pereira