slow
some
days are
for getting lost
and purposefully not
walking straight
lines
if we didn't, where would we be?
some
days are
for getting lost
and purposefully not
walking straight
lines
Beware the conspiracy of daisies
that connives to insinuate
incognito charm into
seemingly ordinary
Thursdays:
they are easy to miss.
reading directions is
one thing,
but
following them
is quite another.
encouraging form, sense, meaning to
hop from careful, clinical,
conscious thought into
immediate, uninhibited
intuition
today, it’s kleenex not tissue,
jello not jelly. i’m
coldish, so i
win by
default.
now
light, I’ll
take the time
to walk, and linger,
and smile at the cars
whizzing so fast past moseying me.
right
in front
of me, there
dances an entire wondercosm
of peaceful entities,
forever galumphing
gracefully.
mom,
when i’ve
got a cold,
it seems there is
only one universal
truth worth
contemplation:
orange jello in a white bowl
what
is ‘normal’?
the only things
that can be said
with certainty are the things
that nobody wants to hear:
to be ‘healthy’ is
to continue on
without any
answers.