the flowers are huge.
I love to walk
and look up at big heads of daffodils and daisies,
of primrose and iris.
Some carry blossoms that defy description.
A bit like monster orchids, but more solid
and more transparent
at the same time.
Their stems are so thick that I can barely wrap
my arms around.
And it is warm, slightly.
The air feels different, sweeter somehow, and lighter.
Mists of fragrance dance upon a gentle breeze.
The sun filters through a layer of song
that is just below the range of my hearing.
Colors that have no names make me dreamy.
The shadows glow ever so slightly golden.
The puddles I splash through make no sound
and my feet don’t get wet.
Somewhere a bird calls to a cricket
and the cricket slows down its chirp
until it sings in tune.
I feel sated without having eaten,
and tired in a very pleasant way.
I sit down beneath the umbrella
of a rainbow colored tulip
and snuggle my back onto
its velvety leaves.
If I fall asleep now, I will dream of a world
where flowers grow around my ankles,
and driveways smell of spilled gasoline
and I will hear power tools.
I will be hungry.