A Thought

on days like these I asked myself
if I have conscious reason
of understanding the way of the world in this day
as we go round the mulberry bush one more time

I crumple my clothes for the day in a pile
and strip to my bare-boned soul in a way
and seek the naked body of the fleshed senses
as the atmosphere pounds down on my brain

in the night I fight my dreamed subconscious
wrestling out my conscious fears in the unknown
two paths come one, but all the same in the end
never knowing which end will be the end

to the sun I wake as dew humidifies the sky
bird calls on my shoulder makes me happy
as the bare-boned human of myself
frolicks in the day
and the day's understanding
of itself and nothing else -

totally aware of it's unforgotten soul