Aurora

Being myself is a path
I rarely follow.

What I lack
in ambition I compensate
with superb laziness. Barely motorized
like duck on water.

The flowering tree’s not my enemy.
How could I blame beauty
for how ugly I feel?

Nor blame the luminous night sky:
aurora, aurora, aurora.

I pick up the Bible as when I was young.
Love is forbidden fruit. Is the burning heart
in the cavity of Jesus.