wondering

He sits atop the grassy knoll with holey blue jeans and faded shirt. His feet are bare and dusty with tiny pieces of grass and flowers that the human eye can hardly recognize. He wonders....shall I stand up and put my hand to my forehead to scan the horizon? shall I close my eyes and remember the vacation I took to sea last spring? shall I whistle through my teeth and hope to attract some wildlife? shall I flap my arms and pretend to be a brightly colored butterfly flying through an orchard? shall I sing my favorite gospel hymn to praise the God who made all things? shall I stroll to yonder bush to pick some nearly-ripe saskatoons? shall I get up, scratch my head, then return to my former sitting position? shall I wish for a pal to bring me a Jones cream soda; that I may feel refreshed? or shall I just sit here and ponder the countless options until the golden sun sinks to rest? Then I shall wish I had gotten more accomplished on this sultry afternoon... So be it.