looks like fresh fruit and flowers

wide open windows and bare feet

there are hours of solitude and sunrises

mugs of hot elixirs and local beer

my ideal life includes ritual

love letter writing, poetry

time on the road with new tunes

around the world

incredible humans welcoming me with open arms

they have gardens that need tending, ideas to discuss

I see myself sharing everything, owning little, reusing it all

as I sleep in spurts and eat in bursts

to keep my sanity salt. of earth, sea, sweat, tears

loved ones with whom I needn’t draw lines

my ideal life is sweet and savory, non-binary, a balance

and you, my dear, are right there in it