fogs in passing rain

passing along the meadows, i put my hands out in hope they would grab mine. all i get is my blurred vision against the wind. so i put my hands around my legs, close my eyes and allow the world to disappear for a second or two. but a second or two won't quite do, so I roll a joint to relax my mind and free me of the constraints of my reality. a life filled with the ailments of knowing a little more than I should. ah, the wind flows through my hands as I lay in the grass and take a peeks at the sky. my mind.