Childlike

When water spills on the floor,
I stare at it spread wonderfully across the hardwood
and wish I could swim.
It's not a symbolic gesture.
Where would I go? How would that help?
It's just what I want to do.

Late at night,
overwhelmed by television,
I feel an urge to stand on my head
with no meaning or reason behind it.
Why would I? What's the gain ?
It's just what I want to do for some reason

I realized today, in the sun,
That I have not seen my couch;
its fibers, the will and way it was created.
It's a couch though. Who cares, right?
The looking feels long overdue,
and it's what I want.