Under a Shady Tree

Contended I sat beneath a shady tree. True, at the moment it only shaded me from the cool, pale rays of the moon, but for some reason I insisted upon calling it a shady tree and humming a children's song to myself.

The day was done and spent, as was I, but I lingered there in my sweat soaked uniform to savor a purloined slice of week old pizza, haute culinary perfection to my taste at the time. Inside a brick building, a dirty hundred scurried this way and that to clean and prepare for bed.

That was well for them. I was well too.

The tune kept coming back, insistent but incomplete. The lyrics escaped me until long past when sleep found me.

"..._if you want to close your eyes, and sleep beneath the tree, you can rest your head on me_..."

I suppose the words mocked me from my subconscious, sitting there so alone and frankly poor company. Or perhaps deep down I knew you were under some other shady tree, one I might slumber beneath some day or pleasant eve.

I missed you.

I will find you once again