I woke up this morning fully awake,
I think, with a full arsenal of thoughts,
ready to do those tasks I oft forsake
because my mind is a bundle of knots:
I don't know if this freedom will endure,
freedom from the haze of the broad and deep,
but in this moment of gentle censure,
I've put down my worries and made the leap:
And the leaves and wind roar in unison,
as the heat buzzes through the window screen –
an urban trellis, through which climbs the sun
into the space to grow over the spleen:
And I dive down into my deepest dream –
it's easy like apple pie and ice cream.
urbansonnets 