In a state of madness
overtaken
by the chaos
of this life
having failed
just a little
at meditation
panic finds me
again
bile rises
to the back of my throat
for a moment
I am certain
this is the end
I look around
to the wind
stirring against my face
to a small wooden window
standing open
in the corner
I edge closer
Through it
the green
the vast blue
the red fence
the white cat
the fresh orange
resting on the ground
One thing
then another
I reach
like I always knew how to
like I’ve done this
a thousand times before
into a calm
I never knew existed
Everything remains
the green
the blue
the red
the white
the orange
and somehow
so do I.
