Taking an exuberant plunge 
               over the junk nostalgia
               of order,
              doing this, doing that
              with the intimacy of a dog’s breath,
              documenting the change
              in my pocket,
              oblivious to epic ambitions,
              while a yellow flower breaks free
              from the mundane weeds.

            Shhhhh....
 
           Step silently into anonymity this place of personal stillness. 

           Sigh. 

           Relief from the constant throb of gotta 
            fill those holes inside 

           and make some Big Thing from nothing.