picking cichorium

Once upon a time in grass
I sat down after class
Who could really I become,
Not forgetting to have fun?

 Lawyer, doctor or a banker
Teacher, seamstress, maybe baker?
For an hour I sat airy…
What about, say, a fairy? 

Fairy helped once Cinderella,
Mushroom can become umbrella,
There’s fairy that trades teeth,
But I need more fun than this! 

I would like to make a trouble -
People need to know and marvel,
And when I come into town
All the youngsters start to frown. 

Something has to disappear
Several people would feel freer,
Trouble would be easily fixed
Daily pains, get lost in mist!  

Thus I thought of transportation
Some, I thought, need a vacation.
Some are fat: an extra mile
Would not harm, but birth a smile. 

Thus from bikes I steel the wheels.
Note to self: don’t ride in heels
For an extra little walking
To be pleasant, thought provoking.

it starts growing around midday
when the green tentacles
and sharp leaves
thicken my belly.
later it begins
to stem upwards,
it matures and fills
every artery and
easily
splits it like a pea pod,
spilling the drops of beads.
it entangles the liver, the spleen,
follows my spine,
each vertebrae,
brutal, silent, unseen.
finally, by the evening my eyes twinkle
turning indigo,
the two periwinkles.

A picture, it’s all in it:
Two shades of grey with white specks of stars,
Emptiness and despair all the way
From the viewer’s space
To the horizon line,
Three by five, such a small one –
I call it Morning Desert.

I am uncertain
What makes Understanding
Easy
Between the two:
The scattered constellations,
Or the similar melodies of the songs that their people sing
At night
After the workday is over,
The fire is lit,
And the stories float around
Together with the sparks.

I remember once
Sitting on a wooden veranda where
Understanding surged into the spring evening
With two spirits,
Two glimmering spots,
Irrelevant and unnoticed,
Mortal in the moment,
But cleverly crafted later into
The being that I call my consciousness.

The Crafter laughed before
Breaking my wings, but left a watchdog,
The one-eyed beast,
Dumb and persistent,
My angry consciousness,
That conceals the Secret of Understanding
From fools like me.