I am excused from work
so I watch the occupation of planets.
Walk in the rain.
Nothing more quiet
than rain falling through leaves.
Discoveries surrounding roses,
their faces opening like children.
I cross the Amazon
to the eternal forest on the other side.
See the little streets of Rome
gray as clouds.
It is what I can do now.
Wonder how the world is balanced.
Same world. Same me.
Remote places where I hear
things talking.
How afternoon provides a pillow
for my head,
and being old is nothing more
than being young.
Eating my porridge,
making my bed,
and building a house of sticks
out of dreams.