the color of my coffee
pink stitches
this book: Amazing Rare Things edited by David Attenborough
longer days of sunlight
laughing with my kids
morning walks at daybreak
lost feathers
late winter sunsets
patches of ice floating on the river
sprinkles on strawberry ice cream
What is to distinguish us from the industrial ants who build
tunnels and drag their food below the surface for safekeeping?
Why do we think ourselves superior to the clever digger wasp
who makes his home deep into the earth?
I think these obvious thoughts as I approach the subway.
The sun sets on the tracks turning them into straight
lines of salmon steel reflecting the day’s end.
We pause at that inverted “v” where perspective
tricks us into thinking we’ve come such a very long way.
A tropical plant living lushly with care and
attention, gravitates toward the light of the
window and is contained by a cold, hard pane
of cloudy, obscure glass.