Adventure by Ollie

A Search for Purpose in a Random World

What I Ate Today

Haha, this is not a poem.  This is prose Homes! What’s up? Hump Day is OVER.  Happy Dance.

I’ve been watching lots of YouTubers lately show me all they ate in a day.

I don’t have a YouTube channel (actually, I do, but there’s no videos there…so…) writing a blog now of what I ate for you and myself.  We be so obsessed with food, ya’ll.

Okay here we go.  I hope you’re not hungry, cuz if you are, your mouth is about to water.

So this morning I woke up at 6:00 AM.  The first thing I do in the morning is drink a glass of water and sit on the couch sipping water until I’m awake.  I drink water in the morning instead of coffee or tea…


about an hour later, I’m sitting down to breakfast. It was:

warm lemon water

baked potato with

grass fed browned beef, black beans, avocado, tomatoes, and sliced olives.

It was delish. (Left overs for breakfast! LOVE a little cayenne pepper in the AM)

Filled up my tumbler with water and headed off to work, where I…

move, move, move, move, move

and by 9:30 I’m starving, so I ate:

a banana

which held me over for a few

at 12:00 noon, I’m a hunger bear

rabid, drooling, running people over on my way to my pretty pink lunch box

and I ate:

Asian chicken noodle soup with onions and carrots

a peach, a plum, some peach herbal tea

cuz that’s how I do it, don’t judge me, it’s how I was born

eating, hungry, sucking milk and making wild baby pig sounds

like: oink, oink, oink, coo. Adorable.

I filled my tumbler several times with water, so about 8 or 9 or 10 cups of water

I hate being thirsty

I drank a pond, a river, an ocean

a fish, a shark, a whale

and I’m still hungry

so at home for dinner I ate

a bowl of potato chips doused in plain, sour Kefir

I don’t know why I did, but I did.  Forgive me.  I ate it like a gorilla eats

whatever it is that a gorilla eats

and dessert?

a mango.

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Friday is coming soon!


The Hem of Your Garment

I lay in the grass on the ground in the good night

feel the earth sigh beneath me, surrounded by breeze

white flowers dot the hillside reflecting moonlight

all bright points of light dance in a sea of darkness

where earth and sky confuse and merge into one

You are there, just there, I could almost touch

the hem of your garment and call you MINE

belonging to me, no one other

just your face shining down at me tonight

All the bearded smiles, the tender gazes

of a million stars, their bright reflecting faces

are a mirror of me, a mirror of you reaching

across the thin veil of space and time

I see you breathe, see the breeze all around me

I see your eyes, the moon shining up from deep water

I hear your voice, as leaves dancing through treetops

singing along with the music I hum

Take my hand, swing me out against the darkness

hold me close, waltz across dark matter

frictionless space where they spin forever

each spin an echo of your name

My hand in yours, now we’re blood bonded

you write my name on the walls of your heart

I memorize all your lines and your wrinkles

trace my fingers over all your scars

here in this moment and each one after

I’ll be an echo of your Name.

love echoes Love and the song that we sing

Home Grown Bread

grain bends beneath the wind’s rough hand

pets the Earth, her fur, her cheek, her tail

she’s loyal to her master, but he’s her slave


the grain bends low, the wheat, the chaff

hewn down for the making of home grown bread

and she is shaved of all her tress, trussed,


take the beauty of another for your own

given like treasure, queenly throne

but not without offering up your thanks

lest she turn and rend thee

no forgetting

as after all her children fed,

their bellies full from her own body,

rest and waken to plant new seed

for the tending of home grown bread

all the lines

O how I’d die

to wear your wrinkles

like silk against my skin

and read all the lines with

fingers and hands tracing

holding, caressing


the words

the voice

all tasted

and consumed.




Two Fools

The world keeps turning

current rising, crashing

makes fools of us all

and yet, those who fight

with fists held high

threaten the sun, the day, the night,

push against the pull of mightier waves

grow wise

earn gray and the right

to walk freely

yes, in their wisdom know

how to become

the biggest fools of all

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