Overlooking Accokeek

Thinking about nothing while sitting here looking at the distant basin which appears far off. If I extend my arm toward it, my fingers touch the grass over there. If I hold my arm toward the distant building and open my hand, I could hide the building from my sight. I hear the sound of crickets and bees flying near me, just a foot away; I could nearly feel the butterfly’s wings flapping against gravity so swiftly to glide through the calm wind. Sitting here, I recall at Big momma’s house the smell of jasmine as she walked across the carpet. The look of coke bottles that was ten years older than me. I sat there fastening clothes pins to my shirt. Thinking about nothing, I hear everything.