that temporal shift

a discombobulation

of the heart and mind

the clocks will advance

and I will spend the summer

running to catch up

thawing fingers and

toes stretched to welcoming fire,

vernal equinox

splintering of twigs

branches churn fluttering wings

doves’ loving flurry

a single flower

focus in on its pink heart

its subtle perfume

from the room above

a single chime, a call to

meditation

the fool on the hill

insidious mushroom rings

a red button glows

how convenient

they cannot hear our anguished

screams or choking sobs

a managed laptop

not fully built, abandoned

user, pounding heart

in such a grey spring

it’s hard to recall sunshine

the darkest of years