just outside the window
beyond my now
lukewarm coffee
and the vaguely
asleep leg
I’m tapping awake
the stones
spill over each other
each their own shape –
sharp, sans softness
unapologetically placed
perfectly positioned
they don’t explain
their configuration
correlate their
cause
nor deliberate
their dignity
they simply are
some fit together better
than others
some are rounder,
approachable even.
some even approximate
geometric coherence
meanwhile
others feel broken
chaotic and coarse,
heavy and strange
like a word bolded
on a page of text for
no apparent reason.
this landscape outside
I discover
is no different
than the one within
but the birds still sing
and the sun still shines
and the breeze still whispers
faintly through the
crack in the door I sit near by
SO VERY HUMAN 