Pulling weeds, my hand

Broke the toad's peace—its look said,

You mother fucker.

Bitter slimy stings,

Airborne worms in winter winds,

Sticking to my skins.

Spinning like a top.

Bits and pieces flying off,

But my center holds.

The way your light blazed

Across my dark horizon...

You are my sky fire

You warn there’s no net

So could you please be a dear…

At least break my fall?

With pain haunted eyes

And a trembling, mournful voice

She implores “we must”

Roaring thunderstorm,

Nature's fury on display,

Power beyond words.

Passing days and nights become,

Blooming and growing and fading and dying.

Endless the cycle of life.

Tempting fruit, first bite

Full of worms, sharp bile rising

Consuming our death

Hot sun on my skin,

Beach sand between my toes, and

Laughter in the breeze.