Correspondence: Fascinating

Examining the cage again,
Looking around,
Amazed by every detail,
Fascinated by all
I see.

It’s hard to describe,
But how extraordinary,
Thunder and lightening,
Wow! What a show.

Pouring rain,
Thick cloud
Like a fog,
An awesome storm barrels through;

Meanwhile,
The mundane activity
Carries on indoors,
As I continue with my chores;

It’s business as usual
And yet unusual,
All the same
And everything new;

Each day a new thing,
Each day the same old;
How wondrous,
How ordinary;

How repetitive
I’m getting;
How do I do that
Time and time again?

What fun!
And how is it that
My life can be so interesting,
And so boring?

Correlation: Reframing

Moving around
And sitting,
Exercising
And bathing the itchy skin,

Feels like a cage
I’m examining,
The repetitive routines,
I seem to be stuck in;

Nevertheless, I see no alternative
But to keep looking
And keep going
On my weary way,

Through whatever it is
I’m going through,
Enjoying the scenery
Whenever there’s an opportunity;

At least that leisure
Is an option
From time to time,
In between exertions,

Regularly, throughout the day
I get to look out
From this vantage point
And notice what’s here,

And how it feels
To be here,
Which is difficult to describe
And even harder to explain;

It hurts my brain
To try to elaborate,
But I will try:
I feel closer to everything
And yet further away.

Correctly: Coming and Going

On the way home
From the market,
I saw a single Monarch butterfly,
Which can mean only one thing:

Autumn is not far away,
For tis the season of
The great Monarch migration,
To the south;

What a wonderful sight!
Especially as I can’t recall
When last I saw
Such a patterned black/orange beauty,

A fleeting flash of colour,
Fluttering up and down
On the air currents
Of a warm August afternoon;

Fly little winged one,
Fly strongly, fly well,
Carrying my best wishes
On your delicate wings:

One for compassion,
The other for wisdom,
Not one, not two,
Or so I’ve heard;

They come and go
So swiftly
These precious moments,
When I feel so alive,

So connected,
It’s hard to believe
That “I” too
Is so short-lived,
But there it is—impermanence.