What a day

[Guest guest]

For breakfast I had, plenty of airand sun on my skin My lunch was for

free, the smell of a Rosebetween sweet Jasmine My eyes had the

dinner, I showed no restraint,the sky, every field and the rugged

terrain. The Nightingale made a dessert for mea long string of pearls

and the deep blue sea. When it was time for my evening meal,the moon

faced the sunand the sun faced the moon,and this was a cradle hanging

between. Here I sat already filled to the brimstretching the limit of

this body’s skin.I could not turn back or withholdI was sold to move

on just to burstlike a pod from the heat of the sun. What a day,what

an end.Now I'm turned outside inand all I can see is me.

 

 

 

 

Alan