Those lost days I remember so well the obscene sky emblazoned on my eye driving around a courier in greater metropolitan area delivering things of importance things worth more than insignificant me worth the rapid wearing–down of my vehicle with no recompense and, I could not believe that such a bold sky ever existed how lucky must farmhands have been we were a nation of farmhands years ago and the sky so obscene and bold every god-loving day Fifteen years later, I trudge hours on my bike those precious clouds god got up early in the morning to bake startling contrasts and textures why masterpieces every day? as I scurry back and forth as mouse under hawk's eye Oh, God, I felt so privy to those secret havens in plain sight mountain majesty of wondrous delight thumb in the pie After so many unexpected enthrallments feeling so small so small