locked in a pattern

as the summer begins to show itself

through the impending warmth & sun of the

spring,

the cold, wintry skies dissipate (clouds breaking apart,

snow changing back to cold downpour & the wind no longer

blistering, but instead bringing relief to the sudden

swelter) &

it is much easier to see in the morning’s mirrored reflection,

the face of a being locked in a pattern

where the closing in walls of cabin fever &

the ever rising feet of snow

now hold no more relevance---

what wonder it would be to break free of the pattern

that isolation has so cruelly brought upon us,

so that now, soaked in vitamin D &

dancing the intimate ritual

that we enjoy as the flipside of the battles that somehow always arise

in july & august,

passions are able to reinvigorate themselves &

rather than stay glued to the sofa or

the computer chair,

there is that new hope within

which underneath lights a fire

so that from up we spring into the spontaneous energy of the

now,

ever knowing that all too quickly

this becomes the pattern

on which all things mundane & routine

form anew

so that the craving for a death of all the bugs &

an end to the beautiful people walking round in their skivvies

(rubbing our faces in their flawless nature), etc.,

becomes the want to break the pattern

again.