Coming out of winter
skin shy of sunlight
We shed our
and remember neighbors.
We slough off
the musty husk
of our houses
And stand in
the thin sunlight
of late March.
The great scab of winter sloughed off
leaving me lily-skinned and surprised
By the abundance of green space growing
and people flowing out of doorways
Into streets and walks that go anywhere
it’s movement that matters.
Unseen dimensions squeeze mysteries out of the corner of my mind
Until possibilities grow like mushrooms
in a dark basement and
I’m adrift in a sea of the unknown.
Then my cat walks into the room scattering speculative thoughts.
Together we watch a chipmunk sitting casually on the deck
Washing his face before diving into birdseed for a snack.
I stitch the domestic scene into myself and for now it is enough.
tranquil in its simple beauty
Stains the air
with such a sure yellow
It’s slender neck
rises from the water without question
Innocent of symbols