I am forever trying to swallow the sun.
My neck wilts under the burden of a soft warm summer breeze.
I am haunted by the smell of parsley, of rosemary
and strangely by the memory of a bike i left out in the rain as a boy.
I am compelled by strangers who pass me in the street
and can not let a green field go
without obsessing over cutting my teeth
on its every blade of grass.
I reach out to pet the moon when it comes purring
and wonder if I will ever land in my wife’s arms as I am forever falling in them.