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.