Aspiring Accents

Can I stand still, close my eyes
And pretend the incessant speech
Is the sweetest lullaby
And the oppressing crowd
With their jostling Is the rocking of the chair?

Let me close my eyes
And dream.
Dream of lying on the sky
Looking up at the pastures
As dandelion puffs swim by.

Let the dandelions
Be the wishes that they are
And let them settle
As wreaths in my hair,
The crown of the sky,
Rule of the air.

And maybe
If I close my eyes real tight,
I’ll be there.
There,
Where I want to be,
Forever free.

Once,
I sat on the branch
Of an apple tree
And jostled one loose.

Watched it fall
And hit some head.
Watched the guy rub his sore
As he looked up at me

A flower among leaves,
Gleaming with the dew of
The rising day.

And that was the day
I helped Newton
Make the laws of motion.

I think

If I took

Everything

With a grain of salt

The sea would be fresh.