hace un mes

ha!
to think, young one,
the world would find itself nicely
weaving baskets and mending socks
oh,
and healing the little ragged minds
of characters from cartoons about
westerns and the chase between
those who have the legs and those with the hunger.

I arrived quite hungry, it seemed.
the belly hadn’t been filled for some time,
and the carnivorous vigour at which
these past four weeks have attacked prey
has created, if anything,
somewhat envy in the minds of all those
real meat eaters out there.

and I arrived quite rested, it seemed.
the feet have moved swiftly to cover the terrain,
so much. the variety alone-
like the gelato shop counter,
there are places to go and things to do
and people to know. know. know.

I am being silly,
for the metaphors are lumping together
just as my espresso grounds do each morning
in that delightful manner which awakes.

but one month,
and more. more. more.
life wasn’t supposed to need to get better,
and there wasn’t a need, really.
but it did.
and now I need to share,
I know. more. know. more. know. more.