As the bread is warmed by the sun and
Then drizzled with the green oil I straddle
The old blue rickety chair peeling this tomato.
The juice joins the oil as I add salt and garlic and
As I flick away seeds to the earth I feel ready
To look more about me but first I must pulp this red flesh.
The sunflowers throng about me nodding yes-
This is as you thought...here is the breeze from the west
Caressing your shoulders. Here is the sun at her gentlest.
Unwashed, indolently swaying, barefoot as ever
I grizzle a tune half remembered as I pour the coffee.
Later when it is hotter than blood and the light is sharp
I will look about me and see this field of sunflowers swaying
And be momentarily soothed. I should go now, but stay
With my feet in the dust watching a lizard emerge.