Traveler! How do you do on this day?
Can you read without thinking astray?
Oh, child what do you know of distractions?
It is the true form and being of attractions!
This dark pitched stitched cut on my hand
It opens up, a flower, you don’t understand
You do not know my heart, not one bit
You know not whether to stand or sit
Once again I am floating in this stream
It is the stream of life yet in my dream
Such beautiful sunshine over the sea
Can it become more than it should be?
Maybe if it tries to walk on its sky
Only then will all its boundaries fly
January 2017