Softly, gentle moose collide
Glowing with the fear of the outside.
This was heaven months or years back.
Contentment was in our hearts.
Sunlight strikes on the window,
Imprinting an impression
That stares down at you as eyes,
In two by the horizontal frame.
Invisible green fencing holds you captive.
The brown of dead leaves pokes through.
Tunnel vision encases this world.
I come here to think and explore.
Hidden glances from the ‘sometime’ people
Show contempt for the thinker.
But they know little of the returning –
The open space, the bright yellow door.
But there will always be more
But there will always be more mind
But there will always be more mind people.
They’re keeping me company.