Treasure Hunt

Lay back on soft grass
and look up at the stars,
on a late summer evening,
hearing frogs and
cicadas, owls, small
creatures, music of the night.

Spacious ease,
vast vault of sky above,
welcoming earth below,
stars mesmerizing the eye,
such great nurture
and consolation.

And perhaps nearby,
the sound of water,
lapping at the shore
all the elements
laying richly
before me.

Seems so simple,
but here in eastcoast clutter,
not so easy
to find.