play in the sun
people smilin’
like they found treasure
like they will never
need to be told
they are looked after
when the game is done
pour cold water from
a plastic bucket
over my naked body,
thrill to the chill
an’ make myself clean
pick up a book
hit the sunset roof
coffee mug in hand
stones beneath my feet,
met with mantras
from two Tibetans
old but so complete
descend in the dark
for meditation
tuned to the pulse
beatin' far below,
be the watcher
as thoughts roll by
forever changin’
slide in an’ outta
dreamscape wonder
edge of flyin’
eatin’ into the I
when I is an ant
eatin’ into the why?
- from Excavations Around the Sun
