Honesty: A Terzanelle

The spring rain washed me to this shore.
I took a photograph of my hand
before my footprints walked away.

We skipped school to explore the land,
hiding in the field under purple smoke.
I took a photograph of my hand.

Hours went by before I spoke,
in silence you hear the songs of old souls,
hiding in the field under purple smoke.

Doing drugs? Or just smoking meditative bowls.
Inhale deep, hold your breath, exhale in one...two...three...four-
in silence you hear the songs of old souls.

Lying flat, on my back, on the floor,
I raised my feet above my head.
Inhale deep, hold your breath, exhale in one...two...three...four..

Meditation, doing yoga or smoking doja, time fled.
The spring rain washed me to this shore,
I raised my feet above my head
before my footprints walked away.