Given This Day

I think in daylight I need so much sun

I moved to the desert to sun away sadness

My sadness advances if I do not 

Garden the moods tend to my sadness 

I mood watch leaves and the sprouts of them

Like the leaves of the plant of Kathy's gift

I protect to keep Kathy alive

Superstition makes me alive in flight

I am always moving as though in flight

The words Not breathing being breathed move me

I breathe best under smooth and lovely sun

I am no longer smoothing others' words

Words infatuate me when breathed or still

I think in daylight under luscious sun