Baseball swings digging into my fingers
Enough of that
Clouds moving so fast
It’s impossible not to stare for minutes
And wonder what their shadows cover
It’s even harder not to notice
A purple plastic egg
Peeking through shrubbery
It was never found
Inside is a piece of chocolate
My teeth operate like cheese graters
As I “digest” it
My gums snort the chocolate’s perversion
Now the wind
Hits my ears
And in one flooding motion
Drills a tunnel through my brain
The newfound space
Stores the light clovers
That rage when I close my eyes
to “shield” the sun
I’m terrified
But then I relax
And enjoy
Until the questions come
Is this a sick world?
Why would someone drug a chocolate egg?
I fall asleep in the grass
I wake up hours later
The sun is gone
I’m strapped into the stars
And realize it’s as good a hobby as any