THE AROMA OF LIFE

AFTER A BROKEN AND TIRESOME DAY
I INCHED MY WEARY SOUL 
UP TEN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS 
LIKE A SNAIL RACING OUT OF TRAFFIC.

MY HEART WERE RELIEVED
TO FIND THE FRONT DOOR 
LEFT SPRAWLED OPENED 
LIKE A GYMNAST IN A PERFECT SPLIT,
THE ACTION OF MY CAREFREE NEIGHBOR.

WITH STEEL TOE BOOTS
TIGHTLY LACED TO MY FEET, 
AND CLOTHES STAINED WITH GREASE,
I CASTED MYSELF ACROSS MY BED
AS A FISHERMAN WOULD HIS NET.

THE DAY AND ITS THOUGHTS
VANISHED IN SECONDS,
AND THE WORLD AS I KNEW IT,
BECAME BLACKNESS OF DARKNESS. 

TWO DAYS LATER,
I REGAINED CONSCIOUSNESS,
BEING AWAKEN BY THE AROMA 
OF FRESHLY BREWED ROASTED COFFEE 
FROM ACROSS THE WAY.

WILFORD BARKER.