Serpentinarium

Spring birds paint an aural landscape
Golden sun warms my back
North breeze cools my chest

Red ladybug climbs up and over
Yellow clover, dandelion stems
Steady, determined, alive

Stillness parts the veil

New eyes sparkle with life
Futures roll to the horizon

Old eyes misty from life
Past sorrows bathe memories' ruins

The tears are real
The reasons are not

Only this moment

Is

Grey clouds, drizzling mist beyond glass panes
Isolated inside from World outside

Inside, pixelated windows transport me
To to yet another outside world

But still isolated here with
Murmuring business voices
Whooshing air handlers
Jangling calendar alarms

Even here, the Way is apparent