I am not an egg
& yet
lately,
I feel
like I'm cracking.
I get mesmerized
by ordinary,
strange & weird things.

Just this morning
at the bus stop,
I was mesmerized
by a caravan of ants,
their pincers
full of crumbs,
moving serpentine
across the minefield.
They seemed to dodge
the unsuspecting walkers,
lost in their own little worlds
& not even thinking
about hungry
walking insects.

Then I met a brilliant child
on the bus,
probably aged six
& looked a bit slow.
He sat in the first seat
& greeted all the riders
by first name.
Every single person
smiled & nodded
in affirmation.

When I got home,
I found an empty
bourbon bottle
in my recycling bin.
I consider it a sin
not to drink wine.
I don't even drink hard liquor.
So, I guess that makes me sinless.

And where does inspiration
come from when the
mind ebbs,
The Man in the Moon
who talks,
changes the tides?

I told you
I was feeling ******,
a bit crazy,
un-egg-like.