Chance opened a window, and something
inside me whispered, “The Park.”
The words fell in sparkles inside me
and off I went, beneath a blue sky
that, ten minutes later, was covered
by clouds. Exactly what I needed,
although I didn’t know it at the time.
After all the cold, the mildness of the air
was enough. That, and the fact that
I was there, among the trees, my spirit
calmed by the hushed flowing of the creek,
freed now from all but thin patches of ice.
The morning’s subtle hues swept me
with peace, the brittle intensity of my world
reduced to nothing, mere fragments of dreams,
gently dissolving and floating away.