Inchworm

One summer day

I wanted to get away

if only in my mind

a space in time

no phone

and let my mind roam

I relaxed in my chair

I wanted to be there

and let the moments pass

there in the green grass

Then I noticed an inchworm so small

climbing blades of grass so tall

trying to make his place

in this space

discovering

uncovering

one blade at a time

I dozed off

the hum

of a summer afternoon

around me

Behind my closed eyes

the colors looked peach

a moment in reach

My eyes slowly opened

I gazed around

grateful for this moment I found

Not too far away

over there

napping in a chair

my neighbor, 99 years old

with many stories to be told

He saw many summers

and now he watched another

I nodded off again too

and the inch worm

climbed another grass blade

in the afternoon shade