14
Spring so early
you probably would call it cabin fever
A discarded prophylactic package
in the now melting lower pond,
one of those little Tiffany turquoise squares,
emerging from winters gray ice,
leading to thoughts...I don’t pursue.
But I sense an event
under the covers of darkness,
now exposed in the soft morning,
for along the pond's edge
tree reflections have returned.
Today the earth is maybe,
finally, beginning
to move on its axis.
based on Tibetan Tantric art, Citipati,'The Dancing Skeletons'