Stranger In Paradise

 

The ocean in the form of raindrops
Wanted to kiss my forehead
And trickle down on my cheeks
But I was inside a car
Driving
Every thing away
To be safe, secure and healthy
Otherwise,
My insurance will
Go through the roof.

The pine pollens
Did not smear my face
I am susceptible to allergy, you know.
The grass flowers on the meadow
Did not touch my feet
There are stinky bugs there
Carrying parasites.
The wild mustard plants
The dandelions
Become
A constant nuisance
Even though
I "rounded up" them
Along with the ants
Bees and butterflies

The singing stream of water
The cows grazing in the meadows
The autumn leaves
Floating casually on the streams
The shameless, sensual spring flowers
Baring their bosoms in bright day light
The tiny lazy green buds waking up from sleep
And yawning for a long time
They all remain strangers to me
Because I am too busy in making a living.

In the morning
I got annoyed at the birds
Those damn little birds
So early in the morning
They start gossiping
Giggling
Like a bunch of
Teenager girls in an all night slumber party
Roller-skating from trees to trees
Like a bunch of teenager boys on drugs.
Don't they know any manners?

They wake me up every morning
But I prefer the alarm clock radio
To tell me what went wrong
When I was sleeping.

As I live and grow old
The creation
All around me
Sun, moon and stars
The icons of life
The cycles of life
Icons of wonder
Remain alien to me
Making me
A stranger in paradise

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