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

I see you
beauty of my beautiful world
a gentle desire to know you deeply
exploring your depths.
I lose my world in yours.
Are you part of my world
or I yours?

I remember when I was a child
Wading into the ocean
devoured by the waves
pulled under by the undertow

I swam and swam for breath
until the realization dawned on me
I no longer knew which way was up
tumbling around and around, head over heals

I let go
Stopped worrying
entrusting fate to eventually yield back to me
sunshine, dry breath

A strange peace
so long
I find myself
looming in the depths
sea creature in a vast, uncharted kingdom