Last Wednesday

Little bubbles
jump
From the cider I drink
in the morning.
I was counted among the children
once...

I go outside.

I put on my boots and
I walk in the sunshine
to my favourite spot
And sit down in
the grass and
the flowers and
warmth

and think about stardust
and dying
and birth
and trees heavy with consciousness
whose leaves like eyes
smile mouthlessly,
and a deep
chuckle bubbles
up inside.

What a healer shrubs and sunshine are!