Because I don't paint
Words have to be the picture
Nothing but blue skies

Sunburn is vibrant
Blue water making skin red
body like sunshine

Navigate, world wide
Cloud cover
Inside
Divide, those who abide
We want this life
Or stones
Crave both, abacus, radius
Tools of bones
Hip-connected phones or
Being alone
Hits home, four-tailed drone
Drone, drone, drone

If I were a starfish
I'd lose my bipedal traits
Sticking on the ocean
Floor all day
If I were a bat
Living in a musty cave
I'd gain a great ability
Catching all sorts
Of frequencies
If I were a kangaroo
I'd be sticking all sorts of things
In my stomach pouch
Bouncing on my giant feet
If I were an alien
I'd come to Earth and try the sweets
Cake and donuts, candy
What a treat!
If I were a particle
Of nothing but a little dust
I'd blow around all sorts of trees
Floating along on a brisk Winter breeze
I am a human, though
Which is cool in lots of ways
We have names for all the days

Thoughts over tea
We've hit the fifth steep
It's different from the last
But somehow more deep

And full, our words
And silence alike
This never-bitter waterfall
The warmth is just right

I'm using tea, today, as a
Metaphor for life
How wonderful it is
On steep number five

Why to be
You and me?
Some kind of
Destiny
Domicile, my home
To stay
Silly, that's what
I say
But, hey. This really is great
One day
Cake - eat, drink - tea
Ocean, sun, sun rays, sneeze
Forest, wooden, damp
Trees
Nice place to meditate
On your knees
Breathe by me
I can't
Nope,
I can't.