Waking up in the sewing room
A world of possible attachments
Rabbits dance on the top shelf
Safe from anxious dogs breath
Here we are free to roam
And sniff where we choose
We lose our chains
By not breaking the chain
Love is clever and never perfect
It is sweet and low
It is Shakers of salt and pepper
Little tin cups
Old people at a table
Talking about their feelings
Happiness lives in an
Infinite number of places
Within the oily gears of a record player
On a park bench beside a grocery store
The skin of a turnip
The bottom of a peanut jar
Listen to the birds sing
They sing when they are in love
They sing when they are hungry
They sing wen they are scared
We can’t tell the different
The birds help us pass the time
They are not there to
Steer the energy
They are merely there to
Mask the distractions
I prepared this for you
You greeted me with a smile
And that has made all the difference