Dreams of a Day

I watch tomatoes ripen
on the window sill
to the secret music
of their own sweet time.
I slip into a comfortable
coffee and cigarette high,
with dreams of a day
uncolored by my greens
and blues.

There are familiar items
all around me;
a toy in my breakfast cereal,
but it doesn't work.

I take a deep breath
and begin to float.
I take my crayon
and begin a stripe.