Breathless

in a world
where beings inhale
the stuff of life

I find myself breathless
where to breathe
this
stuff of life
consumes, confuses and constricts me

If I were a tree
no birds would rest
no squirrels would play
for the leaves are falling
and Spring has forsaken me

like any other day

Shadowy remembrances
four-leafed clovers
flies, wasps and ants

Sun in bloom
butterflies dancing
and the green painting

Human sounds
overpower Gaia’s song
with such ignorance

Today, like any other day
is full
of disappointing moments