I’m sat in the kitchen again.

Rub my eyes, turn my head towards the patio doors.

                                                                                    By chance,

I see

a brown bird in a tree.

Don’t know what species of bird.

Don’t know what species of tree.

I could be

                                                      a bird.

What species? Should I pretend?

Perhaps I metamorphose.

Over time, maybe? After this?

I will have the energy I need to compete. Complete?

I had quantum healing last year. Just before my fortieth Birthday. I am left with the paralysing anxiety excitement of hearing myself say,

                                                       Just be happy.