Sometimes

Sometimes I’ll admire a clock that reads

something like 02:23

Sometimes I’ll hope for bad weather coming

for the magic of a halo around the moon

Sometimes I’ll stop and crouch to see a beetle

or a bee and rewind and listen again to a line that

laughs in me

Sometimes I’ll just lay down

or draw a face in dust or dirt

Sometimes I’ll make smile on a slice of bread

with mustard or mayo before slamming it shut

it doesn’t hurt

Sometimes for breakfast I’ll eat dessert

Kilmeny MacMichael