clarity should be like the
golden drops of the sun
cutting through blades of grass
knowing exactly where to aim at
warming up the soil in a safe bubble
yet overflowing and scattering
snaking and zigzagging
on earth of all sorts
always with a goal
that is accomplished more than necessary
but never with a plan that works out
the way it was planned
the power of the buzz of it all
surging through every bone of your body
hyping it up like the ripples you
splay in a puddle
the urge to repeat the irrational haze
in waters unknown
dreaming of the end way too much
when you finally see your reflection
in still waters
messing it all up again with a single splash
for sheer experimentation
that my love
is clarity
