For an hour
Each sunny day,
Hidden
Between the wall
And bitter orange tree,
I lay
Naked
In the sun.

Each day
I am content,
No worries,
Not sad,
Without thought,
Without feeling.

I am content.

One day
A voice
Somewhere inside of me
Finds my center ~
Tells me
In forthright terms
I have no joy.

Spoiled woman
Laying in the sun
How dare she have no joy ?

Perhaps tomorrow
It will rain
I will push this thought
Far,
Far away.