I pass through
Sublime daze
Uninterrupted by alarms
Or dread lines
Clothed in a peril so frayed
I am practically naked
To the whirled
To wit each mourn
I live in that last squeeze of toothpaste
And that first blush of nature
Calling me out
Of every manor ad mired
Lodging in my heart
I live in vast open spaces
That most rush buy
Unseen
Like the homeless
With mansions to build
I live off what others store as waist
Happiness shelved
In small bytes
And simulated living
I lay away
With every breath
The air of my weighs
I have little
And want even less
I am
Enough
As I am
Fed up with awe
Save that primordial
Uddering
Simply
Well, I declare
I live on
I love my life. I love life. This poem is a tribute to my relaxed lifestyle. I relish my seasons without an alarm clock. I delight in sojourning along the road less traveled, so I don’t have to wait in those dreaded lines chock full of people trying to get to the same place, who often are at a loss at how they got stuck in the cruel trafficking of life. I welcome a naked vulnerability as an irrepressible weed in a human landscape with more concrete than effervescent spirits. I am fond of my wanderings daily leading me to the savor of the world, where the mundane and the sacred meet, whether it be a revel without a cause or a long-sought vocation. I delight in experiencing the better portion of life, not by having more, but by wanting awe. Ideal in letting go, sow serendipity can Marvel me with super powers. Life inspires me, and the err that is human finds a gentle hommé as the human grace lungs forward. I am. Enough. Living on. That which know name can udder.
