are like hurricanes
In humanly form
Perhaps that's why
They give give names
To tropical storms
You want a nice healthy falafel
With spring greens
And some days
You want fried mashed potatoes Smothered in cheese.
The complex simplicity
of the natural world
I am constantly humbled
By things I have yet to fully
I though tired, rebel against sleep
In an effort to retain the joyful feeling
And euphoria formed from good company
Good food & good laughs.
On a rainy day,
I amble the bookstore and I am at peace.
Clinging books chosen to my left side,
I graze bits of knowledge from the tall shelves
Like giraffes feast on long limbed leaves.
There is nothing
Book in hand.