sunny farms

Sunny farms
I sit here
In the parking lot
Eating my spoils
Caramel.    Salty chips.  Salmon spread.
This place is weird
It's like home but not
It's like family but not
It's like 'the real world' but not
And I'm glad
That when I walk in I have to yield
To a different rhythm other than my own
But eventually
It becomes mine too
Sunny farms
The place where all my worlds collide
Sunny farms
You're just a store
And I won't say 'but oh so much more'
Sunny farms
A place
Where stray souls meet kindred folk
And for a moment
You are lost in time
And can forget why you even came in
Other than to find yourself on a shelf
In your prime
Patient.   Bare.   Open.    Aware.