If you find yourself
On that great adventure,
But not the one you planned,
I’m talking about the one
Where you felt scared
And confused,
And your mind
Was anything but domesticated.
The adventure where you wandered
So far from the front steps
And you were laying
In a field
Of black dandelions.
Black dandelions
That our foolish mathematics
Couldn’t describe in any equation.
Black dandelions
That you desperately tried to dissect.
And you pulled every pedal off them,
One at a time,
In the hopes
You could hear their song
If they were naked.
It makes no sense now.
But maybe it will later.
You picked every pedal.
What a grandiose accomplishment.
You’ll love the trophy for 3 days.
And then you’ll go back to the office
For the millionth Monday in a row.
We only hurt
Because we have no idea
How hilarious we are.
There was nothing left to do
but walk back up
The front steps
Into a house
Made entirely from glass.
It’s partially cloudy today.
This sun is more stubborn than I am.
I’m truly impressed,
And nothing these days impresses me.
It’s so damn stubborn.
I love that.
I bet a black dandelion could grow
In the living room.
There’s a small but real chance
I could follow suite.