Is this how it is meant to be?

your life, buzzing like a bee

round a garden of infinite blossom,

intoxicated on its nectar,

stuffed with ambrosia

warmed by the kiss of bliss,

yesterday's clouds sliding over the horizon?

I hope so.

Once,

I had that too

and let it rot.

Now my garden is hard rock

and dry dust

and it only ever rains inside, inside.

5^th August 1999 6.30 pm