A velveteen breeze, warm and tropical
Lifts my heart and body intact.
A sour gale pushes back in my grin
And leaves me wonderin’.
I am eating colour charts for breakfast
without a single calorie past my lips.
Outside leaves a lot to the imagination
or not as cars go past with occupants
Going somewhere to work or to play.
How this mess works is beyond me
but somehow we balance the books and get by.
My spirit lies in a moment and ready or not
music comes along and sweeps it up to
a place twanging at my heart strings
and bringing to mind sadness or joy to which I attach chains of causality.
in which my moment is
‘Freedom’ afforded by my condition constrains
me like a chain
ties a pig to a yard. If I could put countries, counties and continents
under myself I would be replete with miles and new strange customary and culinary pleasures.
And language and science and religion, barbecues and books.
Because this world is a rich tapestry.