My rationality, my practicality
is everywhere, in everything.
It tiptoed in and slithered itself onto me.
I noticed. I let it. I must have. I must have?
It was kilometers from here. I wrap myself
with that long road, and sit and tea.
I watch my assertion make sense of clouds,
of invisible longings inside - somewhere below
my lungs...
And I balance by growing flowers from my chest,
by feeling the heat of my hands, by planting
good seeds
spontaneously.
5.V.2021
