Little Parts of Me

My stay at Starbucks will probably be brief today.  Yesterday a door opened, and now I explore the far reaches of The Himalayas.  It may sound Buddhist, but it is more like a song that reaches far and wide to all continents and oceans.  At the highest peak, I am still in existence, in body, but my mind is a bit hazy.  Dreams are scary, and I pray for rest in the land of green electron firing.  Being me is distinct.  I am separate, and you are welcome on another day.  Fatigue is the melody, but bliss is the harmony.  Can we just look upon the moon in the middle of the day?  I shake away the felonies of others today, and bring them onto the page of righteous rage.  You may see things differently as I look into your eyes, steadily and deeply.  I keep my focus on a reality that I long to be, not on the winter robins of the past.  Be with me as I look sweetly at the lack of snow, and enjoy the weather in its current modest form.