Toadstool

I am drifting like the flour I'm sifting
I shake through the cold metal holes
With the chemical rise
The bread and butterflies
Float me
Where I don't knead the dough
I'll sleep in a creekbed
With a green mossy bedspread
And laugh at the stars up above
In the dew morning hours l argue at flowers
Sing tenor to the swift Mourning Dove
I go to a place
Where the whole human race is omitted from my conscious mind
Wade my toes through the tidepool
Kick my feet up on a toadstool
Maybe frolic for the rest of my days
Dance through unseen territories
Make up bedtime understories
Track my growth by the magic moon phase
Trees bend to greet me
I wave, then I curtsy
I smile to see my old friends
But when the boughs break
It uproots and rakes
Blows me with the leaves
Back again
I go to a place
Where the whole human race is omitted from my conscious mind
Cut my cranium open
Repair what is broken
I just need a little rewire
Maybe then I won't cry or need the SSRIs
Fix me like
A blown amplifier