Rocking gently in my boat on air.
Swaying in rhythm to the chimes,
The tune it plays brings me to the brink of sleep.
Distant traffic is drowned out by dog whimpers and nails on concrete…
My boat continues to ebb and flow with the air currents,
Consciousness coming back to me
From somewhere else,
Somewhere up high where birds chirp,
clouds shuffle along,
and time goes by slowly
on this lazy Sunday afternoon.