I Am Fond

As this day begins, I’m fond of the ardor of desire.

I like blondes and brunettes, and I smell like fire.

Who are you anyway? I ask myself,

as the tasks pile up upon my shelf.

I wonder such things and feel the new day

rising up to recur in the same old way.

I wander through dreams and realities removed

and take off my jeans and my dirty, old shoes.

So what do you have to do—each of you, dear readers,

as you live out your lives with all the detours and seizures?

You don’t know what you’ll face when you look at the feeds

of the news and the cycles as they continue to bleed.

But you know something else, I have to continue to say,

as our lives wend on in a similar way?

There’s a fuckload of joy attending each breath

that we take as we dance between our births and our deaths.

And it all balances out when our last gasp is taken

and our hearts are weighed there at Anubis’ station.

So be grateful as long as you possibly can

as you exist as you are in this incredible land.