Reprise

my door slides to the right heavy
glass and tree a window to sunshine
or rain or fog or snow

temperatures vary with season whether
sweat pants or shorts neither can filter
my emotions once upon the deck

though the flies try to get a reaction
the breeze speaks for me moving them
to another dimension

I hold session over the backyard taming
shrews and hidden worms sipping cola and
the breeze with the same breath

once confined now freed to its own
traditions my mind sifts through the
silt left from the pillow wet with drool

aromas are dessert taken in
with sugar and honey intense with
their own relaxation techniques

leaning back in the shade of a
western morning solitaire with its
intrusions forcing thought and movement

I lay humble to the day and all of
his designs laid out on the tableau of this
momentary eternity

if only for a click of a kilobyte before
the rest of the world rolls around
to rattle my peasant cage