Weather or Not

Not all days sunny and seventy five

taste like ice cream trucks

and zoo trips

Nor do those where the rain falls

taste like bright yellow boots

and the puddles we fight the urge

to jump into

I have found that the majority of my days,

rain or shine,

clouds or no clouds,

have begun to taste quite bland

I continue to test each one,

with little triumph

in satisfying my cravings

I am uncertain of the 

needs my stomach is begging 

me to fulfill

Yet I continue to sit

outside, with my tongue out,

waiting for the world to 

offer me

A new flavor.

A new day.

A new taste of life.