Suddenly, I find myself in one those senseless days
Of indifferent, unguided, intentionless ways with steps
To nowhere along Lovejoy, feeling coy, an aimless cowboy
With no one to save, nothing to shoot, nothing to brave
But the absolute peace of mind of nothing to do

And absolutely no one to give a piece of my mind to
Under the unheralding bum blue of the sky.
I sigh but catch myself and poke my inner eye to
reset and retry. There are people out there

That would kill and die for idle time like this
To brood for fun and wipe off boredom’s kiss.
The sunlight dances on my skin and I warm
And breathe and so begin a half-ritual
Of semi-habitual gratitude for the small piece

Of universe that flows and glows for me hued
By the love of a soul so sweet, so strewed
All over me, all over my heart, all over this street
Shining like a beacon to guide me out of

This languor, to weaken the stupor, to wake me
to the birds, their spirit and vigor, the trees flaring
and shooting upward bigger than any ennui
could ever span even in my darkest bearing.