Concrete cocoons my mind no more.
My shadow on the hardwood floor

begins to slip beyond what seems
and drifts into idyllic dreams:

the urban streets turn into streams
as blaring cars become the fish

and I conceive another wish,
releasing tensions to the air

then all walls fall and I float there
earthy, peaceful yet again

without a fret of how or when,
before horizons, lucid skies

two flowers where once shut my eyes.
Now springtime sets my petals free

so I might grow to know and see
my place in nature's ecstasy.