What a small breeze can do!
A turn of pace or direction,
And this little gust has swept me clean,
This morning one world,
Now just a few hours and miles removal,
And I am ready to begin again.
I feel like a solar panel,
All energy swelling inside me,
I feed on the necessities of life.
Though usually I think these things too mundane,
Today I am dwelling on the basics,
I am stuck in my room,
Stripping the wall of empty adornments,
Piling up paint chips in one corner,
And ready to remove all the fetid furniture,
Or at least take a short holiday,
From things unseen,
From things that stray beyond the strict stare of consciousness,
And slip like a slick dose of poison,
Fat and round droplets,
Just like tearlets,
Sometimes become my dearest emotions,
Sometimes the only ones.