A poem for tonight

Stop trying to create something
that can be rendered unnatural--just
enjoy this pen across these lines,
this cigarette, this glass of wine
this moment of day break
caressed in warm winds--
the way the yard is so silently subtle
away from a bustle,
how this old lawn chair positions itself
under your broken feet,
and you feel no pain here.

lifes true moments,
earths splender, exists
in these thoughtless, comfortable states
being able to live on such a land of cluster
while still acknowledging--fuck--enjoying
the way an old tree positions itself against
night sky, congratulations

you are part of a world that has tried to
place you outside;
Enjoy.