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.