Cure Thyself

Little purple wildflowers
Speckle the green
In the calm of the storm

Everything is waking up now

I will drink water
From a pitcher

A work of science fiction
Painted across the backyard

Kris said I’ve been looking thin
She’s right;
But it just gets hard

Did you eat breakfast?
Did you eat lunch?
When did you shower last?

Compress my sins to a drawer
Another unmarked day on the calendar

What day is it?
Why are you here?

Questions for someone else
The lawn pulsates

And the years start coming and they don’t stop coming and they don’t
Stop

Soon there will be clover everywhere
Twenty years of frugal cultivation

Why do you think you’re feeling this way?
Is there anything you need from me?