What have we gained
at the end of the day
but our right
to rest? -Intellectual Shaman
I listen to the conversations go by
discussing
all matter of unimportant things
absorbed
in their own little worlds
forgetting
the bigger one
they are walking down.
I don’t blame them
most people never escape their own.
My world
is a warm green bench
at the end of the day.
I lay down and look at my new favorite tree
the leaves are green and yellow
the crescent moon is white
in the blue sky
the sun is bright
and the birds don’t chirp in harmony.
If I’m going to do something
it will have to be as perfect as that warm green bench at the end of the day
to all worlds left
and forgotten
to the seasons that change
I am the same.
There is great opportunity for laughter
when the world opens up
I close my eyes
and see red
I tighten them
and see the universe.
I open my eyes
and gradually see
the beautiful world
right in front of me.