Every day I’m asking myself
…is this a poem?
And I’ve come to notice

A poem is not somewhere you go
A space in your brain that you sit
Like a comfortable chair

Oh it is important to walk
without having a reason
minus the counting of steps

Yes you can add a sidequest,
seeing the pre-twilight gold spread itself
around the oldest tree scape in town-

Watching the birds come and go-
fresh air, subjects of beauty
to gather up as ready nourishment

yes, your physical body needs it
your mental body needs it
but there’s more happening than that

Shall I call it openess? Remembering?
Experiencing the dream within the dream

Spontaneous fermentation