This day

You just want to spew forth

the oddities of life.

Missing light fixtures

and coffee pots

Pretty red beetles munching lilies named after your child

 into tattered remnants of leaves

How angry that makes you

Or

The smell of campfire in your son's hair

Cartwheels

Overflowing and rowdy flowers in your garden

catching visitors legs and sticking secret petals in their hair

How delighted that makes you

So

You shake those words off

 in messy, rambling patterns

that no one hears save you

Send them flying and bouncing and free

No longer tangling your thoughts

placing blinders on your eyes

And eventually you can see

that you never liked that light anyway, or the coffee pot for that matter

And those beetles are just little mama's busy feeding their babies

(but you feed your baby knowledge and save them for scientific research)

You can cartwheel till your dizzy

and leave your garden as rowdy as you please

You never did want to be the same