I am simple
on Saturday mornings
a blank mind
like blank paper
the ink of nature filling me out
silence
mixing with my coffee
and cookies for breakfast,
a sun with my thousand words
sinking
between the ridges
where my fingers hold the world
between
re-learning me
and throwing ambition
in the bin, today I think
about
getting to ten in the night
without folding into
myself.
today, I want to learn everything
like a six-year
old again
before I slip
and do a double take and
become
complicated again.