Park thoughts #2

A sun dial
Crumpled leaves
Cumulus filled blue
Shapes my frame of mind
And forms a thought of 'you'

I. Oddly centred mostly
Occassionally lose my balance
And over excitedly
Unwarrentedly
Am in agreement
Without
My own consultation;
I abandon myself

I now look for my key
My own pace of revolution
Day. Night. North. South.
Collected. I steady
My personal compendium
I hold aloft