Sometimes I wish days were shorter,
as brief as a blink before you fall asleep.
A half-sliced day would do me good,
Or even a bite, so I don’t have to chew too long.
Too long, I often catch my jaw,
and then I can’t even chew the crumbs at the edge of a pizza box.
Oh dear, I used to be a person who thought a day ought to be a jumbo pizza;
a pan of regular was not for me.
I told myself,
“I’m not mediocre.”
I need more—
give me more.
Spark me;
I’ll light it into a blaze.
Then life gave me almost everything,
of things I asked and uninvited guests.
Ranging from bitterness, worrisome to honey moments—
too much big change; too often too.
I am also the change itself…
And I was overwhelmed.
The first feeling of my heart,
every time I was overwhelmed, was
yearning for trees, flowers, shrooms, and grasses.
Lying low on them while
insects and birds chirped
and wild hearts too,
And the heavenly quietness of being
together with loved ones—
maybe, while having pizza?
Jkt, 2024