I’m walking in sunlight,

crisp winter morning shadows in ice,

the common vapor of cars a bit of artistry,

tangles toward a pretty blue sky.

If I might welcome that energy,

soothing to my lost soul in struggle,

feeling the hurt of a reality in place,

sort out the memory of what is good.

I can only see a sadness in expression,

weathering the chaos of confusion,

wonder with me, how do we navigate

the bullshit of ego’s human condition.

When once while laughter contained

the irony of our way of life, sometime

later we forget just how bright our eyes

could feel on a brilliant winter afternoon.

I’d like to keep things this way for today,

just breathe in the beauty of Nature’s kind.