I am a very boring and unpleasant

man, stuck here, where I stand.

My thoughts, they lay still,

though I feel them rush over me.

Like the landslides that steals the tree

from his place in the valley.

‘Thank you,’ I whisper, and I promise

I mean it. But I had an orange with lunch today

and can think only that I should have shared it.

It was delicious and vibrant, full and complete,

just a few wedges too many.

Though I could never figure out how

to give them to you.

‘Thank you,’ I say, this time so it may be heard.

Though I only wish I had meant it.

I feel I am a boring and unpleasant kind of man,

though I know no other way of being.

I ate an orange with lunch today,

and the truth is I only thought now

of sharing it.