missing a part

i miss the feeling of just lying down in the middle of the grass, or the woods. with my head on a dirty log and just chewing on whatever i picked up from the ground next to me, or examining it so carefully that i knew it so intimately. staring into the sky. freezing cold, boiling hot. just feeling-but too young too realize it would ever not be this way-in touch with the dirt, the earth..the i don't know. the feeling that i did not have to be anywhere, at any time. in control of all that i didn't have to do.