One tall morning the sun wakes and kisses my face.
I wander the streets skidding about, looking for a sign.
What am I supposed to do?
The perfume wafts, the smell of mud and drowning grass mixed in.
I can fill anything, a pitcher, a bag... With something new I find.
I ***** the earth with excited feet, a fervent toddler ready to love the moving scenery.
One tall morning, I saw what I was missing.