Sometimes I sit, and just stare at the wall…

Sometimes I sit, and just stare at the wall…
As if I can see through wood…
Today, I’m contemplating a very poor decision I made…
I sold all my possessions for 25 cents…
And then found out there is no such thing as a biscuit machine…

Thinking, thinking, thinking…
Without stirring a paw…
Hmm… the best I can come up with is to bury the quarter in ground…
And continue watch Shark Tank (It really is a good idea!)

As I continue to stare…
I can see stars, then deeper stars and then I’m swallowed into some kind of black hole…
Now I’m floating in the realm of the unreal…
I can smell the crisp country air…
Hear the ocean’s call.

Okay, now someone is at the front door…
Do I bark or just remain in place?
I always ask myself why I didn’t open that door…
It could have been someone with the answer…
And then I remember, I don’t have a thumb.

Now, I’m contemplating my genealogy…
Trying to figure out, if maybe, there was a Doberman in the line…
And other curious things; like….
Why people always plant flowers before the Spring frost…
There’s a lot going on, on that wall…
It seems to be a place where the sky is set free.

I love you,

Annie