FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

spontaneity is never instructive
instinct comes
like the favorite dog in your house

do you still think how is it to drink
water from a glass?
do you still compute how many steps
to take
to reach the park?
do you still recall how to eat rice and
crack the egg with your bare hands?
how to separate the albumin from its
yolk?
do you still open a manual how to close
your eyes
how to open your fingers
how to whistle in the woods?

life is like that
and writing is.

i, for one, do not think anymore
how to live.

i just live. How to love?
i just do it.