Morning in June

I ate the oatmeal

At no pace

Someone asked

"are you not grateful?"

"I am grateful for the sustenance."

"You should be happy for such a

Good thing to have food."

I nodded my reply

I rode my bicycle

With a full stomach

Body well fueled

The oatmeal was made

With sour milk

My body fell ill.

"How terrible this is I'm sorry you're sick,"

I nodded my reply

"Are you not disturbed?"

"No why would I be."

"WHY because you're sick!

This is surely a bad thing!"

I shrugged and closed my eyes

The stranger asked me

"how can a fellow be so strange?"

My reply,

"Strangeness only appears so

Strange because of unfamiliarity

Clouds the minds true capacity?"

"Capacity for what you weirdo?

You make no sense

You and your wise talk,

I believe you to be dense,

Do you believe me to not know

Nothing at all take your 'tude and walk

I've had enough of this nonsense

I am not one to mock

And that's a truth I will show

You when I knock you off your block!"

My reply

"your minds capacity is to see

that there is no such thing

as good and bad.

That our discrimination of this or that

limits our ability to truly see

that you are there

and I am here

there is no you

there is no me

there just is."

The stranger shook his head

"You damned philosophers."

And he walked away

So I went home

And took a nap.