flying through
clouds of birds...

in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...

one night
it dawn on me...

often, days go by
like food on the bird’s feeder...

some days, my bladder is like
a food garbage disposal unit...

some days is as if
i were an airplane being piloted by God knows what...

what happened to the days
when writing words...

some days
my thirst is so immense...

I know I’m just a cloud passing by
But sometimes is tough...

in my sleep I stop breathing
and when I do...

Some days I’m a wilted flower
yearning for the clouds to rain upon me...

There once was a flower
so wild and rare...