• I went walking
    In the searing heat;
    Out of my mind,
    I didn’t know where I was going.

    The sun gave a smile;
    His pearly whites gleamed an inferno
    (Burning my skin
    And killing me sweetly.)
    The grass was moist,
    A dew from the morning
    [Evaporated from the killer smile.]

    Came across a tree;
    Said hello
    And sat on the bench affixed to its side.
    The branches bloomed fresh fruit,
    In cliques of green and red.
    Sweating profusely,
    In the afterdawn’s glow,
    So enticing
    Yet forbidden.
    Some were on the branches;
    Emeralds amidst
    The mundane foliage.
    A few rotten ones
    On the ground,
    Rubies
    (In a gallery of gravel)
    Out of luck
    And left for dead;
    Inedible yet pretty
    (In its own [gruesome] way.)

    I thanked the clouds for company
    Enough shade to keep the cool
    To heal my sight from the retina-searing rays of Apollo.
    The light was perfect,
    (Diffused and indifferent)
    Like the heavens conjured up a plan
    To keep me reading,
    To keep me happy,
    To keep me breathing.

    I took out a book
    And a piece of bread
    (Unsoiled and unordinary)
    Just to keep me content.

    [A beautiful day, isn’t it?]

    A digit kept my pages ajar,
    As the mischeivious wrens played:
    A round song about nature
    In a barbershop quartet.
    Clean and simple;
    Sweet yet satisfying.
    (Just like the lyrics to their song.)
    I went on with my book,
    Still listening
    To their spontaneous performance.
    Fast tempo and speedy decisions;
    A contrast to my slow reading
    And peaceful composition.
    Smart yet seamless
    Versus
    Adventurous impromptu.

    Enough was enough,
    So I dug myself into the grainy loaf
    And the delicate seams of vocabulary
    [So much wiser than I.]
    Comtemplating on the book,
    I took a bit of the loaf I hung onto.
    Unleavened yet filling,
    Simple but delicious.
    I thought not about
    A little bit of
    EVERYTHING
    But more like
    EVERYTHING
    In a little bit.
    Maybe confusing,
    But there is a
    Fine
    Line.

    The cumulus overstayed their welcome.
    The vague halos of light coming through
    The dense canopy.
    The birds had their skit
    Cut short
    .
    ..
    …
    As the darkness awakened,
    As the sky gets overcrowded,
    The morning came to be so unlike itself
    Yet it stayed the same.

    The jewels in the
    Wooden antlers
    Lost their luster
    As if salt lost
    Its flavor
    Metaphorically

    It was threatening in the sky;
    But I remained unphased
    Finishing my book
    And swallowing the baker’s labor.

    Drip.

    A splash on my face
    A pat on the cheek

    Rain.

    [A beautiful day, isn’t it?]

    The pages came moist
    The leather softened
    The bookmark went soaked.
    My action is done,
    My purpose is waiting.

    I went walking
    In the drenching cold;
    In my right mind,
    I now know where I am going.