Looking forward to life

as the days fill up with surprises

Pouring milk foam into my cup

what's underneath is always changing

As we walk we water

and because we're moving

we might never see the bloom

But other flowers will be on way

watered by others

Program me to understand

the subtle

Drivel masked as canyons

Colour within the gyrus 

of the mind

On days when laundry drying

is part of the decor

it's also Sunday

"Who works in moods like these?"

I ask 

If unreceived love is like

grieving

should I not give it all

to self

Instead I text

"Compare love to sneezing"

drink tea and get to work

Volunteer something

to die today

in you