i hear the sun fall through my window this morning
waiting for birds ......
they are too busy today
ripped between that silent crash and the hurries of life
i decide to pick up where i left
walking slowly
inside
without the body weight
time keeps on kicking
adding bruises to my guts
so i wriggle myself free
with a deep sigh falling back into the light
luckily lost
between the in n out of breaths
as i leave my body
floating peacefully inside
then i clean the kitchen stove
have some thoughts about the laundry
fold fiftyseven papers
then drop dead
once again
wanting to live guilt free
being able to let go
keep on falling with the sunshine
letting laundry piles just grow
.
.
now the birds are singing evening songs for me
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