Floating high
but sinking low
with the happinesss
strapped to the back
of my head.
All I can see
in front of me
is the dark.
I stick my feet
in the cool black mud
and it feels good
but it shouldn't.
Do we have to want
only clean shiny
bright windows?
I love mud pies,
squish it between my toes
mud all over my arms
and legs.
Swimming in dirty.
