One Afternoon I Almost Could Mention the Sunshine

One afternoon I
Almost could mention
The sunshine.

I lie down on the grass,
A looking glass appears.

I gave way,
Gravel would tell
But one afternoon
I almost could mention
A hill
Top beside me
Or a mound of correction.

Hiding above the towers of conception,
A designation.

But one afternoon
I fell down
A dimension.

Now, shoot and shimmy your way up and out
Of a silly little chimney or a mountain to mount.

Sizable summit,
Tiny little mound.

And I shout.
I would but fall down
At a sight,
Or a sound,

But one afternoon
As I lay on the ground
I hear Japanese spoken
And wonder about
The little boy
And his mother
As their lips now pronounce
In a language
I don't get
But can sort of
Sound out.

Trade it forward,
Find a route.

Fortune will find you.

Like one afternoon
As I am,
Lie on the ground.

Whisper: glory glory,
Praises aloud.

I fall down and would shout
But nothing comes out.

Progress pervading
My home in the clouds,

Fortunate quarters,
Fortune is found.

Fostered.