I grew up with bathtubs 

full of flowers and watermelon

with love shown everywhere

with generosity and care

in times of questionable ground 

And I connect on those levels

of djan and humanness galore

Let's fill your bathtub with cold

water 

It's summer, cake, and someone's 

birthday

Complex nonlinear mechanisms

without pattern or prediction

Some of us found bliss in chaos

others just depression

Kids' play, adults' battlefield

But there's another way

to life. You with me?

There used to be it

now I want its place

Any thing, practically

could be overcome

The fresh start of mornings

vibes of holidays, new years

beginnings

Always taste of newness

happy surprises, demanding

open hearts

Take out, shake out the smiles

My darling Monday

I now deem you as

weekend recovery day 

So bring on all your

hot nurses, massages and

non-caffeinated gifts from

Gods