My breeze, my sunlight, my cool
waft of wind, meld and merge and
splay forth into my office, bringing
that call of nature forth, binding
my day to one of grass touched.

I grow and flower, conditions such
they nuture powerfully, my frame
resolute, bone pillar toward lifeline
that stretches through my beach,
washed ashore those remnants of
before, wave lapping at toes.

This day, this weekend alotment
of twenty four, this my time to
swell, break free and plant those
blooms that shall be more than
germs within my mind, I control.