First the crocuses, bursting blue and purple, then the yellow of daffodils, now the blaze of tulips pushing forward to the front of the line, boisterous school children lined up for recess, struggling to wait their turn, antsy, unruly, yet held to the rules, holding, each in its turn, colors and shapes harmonizing, each stem oblivious to the presence of others.
Cherry blossoms open dusty pink, snowy white, dainty at first, barely hiding spindly branches, blurring in cotton candy rows lining the street.
Taillights red, clouds sun-broken coral and tangerine as I crest the hill, snow peaked mountain range in the horizon.
Today, as bus drivers retrace yesterday’s routes, poets search for words, surgeons slice and stitch, baristas steam foam, and clerks paste shamrocks on store windows, my heart beats, my eyes blink, my lungs expand and contract, held to the rules, life, as it must be, oblivious to the absence of others.