The space

I live in a box made of concrete and glass:
the monotonous rhythm of my professionalism
and the wearing structure of my lively routine

With the same preoccupations, the advancements,
the learning: my marriage to life  which spins 
and demands, recedes and rewards.

The money that is due, the tax yet unpaid,
the distance to others, the miles to traverse:
a simple awareness tear down into threads.

Through tearing and mending I sometimes chance, 

upon that smallest space, made of concrete and glass,

that suddenly acquires the tones of fulfillment, 

the luxury of wilderness, and the expanding dimensions

of a thin atmosphere. And here I am welcomed

to nurture and imagine all the possibilities.