I'm lying & I'm thinking
under the sun's omnipresent gleaming
how to be a decent human being
but it's hard to stop from drinking
in the beauty that surrounds and distracts me

I'm only dreaming, only scheming
to think that any sort of feeling
will throw into doubt my belief in
that everything that I'm seeing
seems to be more important than any individual thought

I'm breathing & I'm sinking
more deeply into nature's pleasing
cherry blossom carpet, hearing
nothing but blue free birds singing
as they soar between my version of heaven & I

I am only speaking, only sleeping
on this hill; it seems that I am seeping
into the earth; a new beginning
to my mother's secrets I am listening
It looks like I got to be a decent human being
after all

You are second-hand store clothes;
a night alone in a strangers home.
I wish for more familiar things.