Drops

I wake to drops of dew on the grass. Through the window –a dream The trace it leaves on my shoes The sun rises and the grass moves. To remain that way for all of time I go back and forth through the day Nothing changing except for me. I look again, Through the window, Step through the door, The sun shines warm: Through my hair, like the strength of a fire I take a step, another, again I lay in the grass, Soft and snuggly, like a soft blanket around my body. Feels like a moment, Hours have past, The clock ticking endlessly on Shadows approach as though nothing is left I enter the house, seems chilly at best Only to watch the green grass become wet.