from “Mister Today”

I approach you, merry and moonstruck,
I eat amid the nettles,
I drink the green nothing of a tree in the garden,
I walk over you
and my mouth celebrates you
while enjoying earthly bites
(asphalt pavements in town,
a sojourn in a café,
a lecture at the institute of science,
an eye of a bird
or the wild drone of traffic).
Mister Today, gray-haired and youthful,
puts the lid on his fountain pen, closes the notebook,
and walks leisurely into goading stress.