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.