Saturday, April 15, 2006,10:51 PM
there are days
There are days
when I sit outside,
struggling
with lofty words and
meaningful thoughts
to describe my invisible world,
where it's always warm
and it's always bright-
where tomorrow doesn't matter
and yesterday isn't needed.
It's at that moment
that I notice a work of nature
made effortless
without words,
sound or
paint,
and I quietly go back inside
to hide my shame.