At The Meadow's Edge

He was young handsome paralyzed
in a bed at the meadow’s edge
of life’s greens and browns and the sunshine too.
Little birds and bugs buzzing the mid blue air.
He told me it’s all mind.
I sat beside him for a moment or more
feeling the caged injustice.
Through the meshed lense of his sunglasses
I could make out his eyes
He turned again to the meadow
isn’t it beautiful?
and it was so, just as he said.
I hope to see him again
he knows things

Pic found here: http://www.richclemart.com/gallery_studio.htm