For My Friends

During a warm color winter,

I found myself doubting

The ways of the known world.

Sloshing through mud,

Rivers of brown rapids

Whisk a ladybug’s family

Upstream without an oar.

Walk down the quivering streets,

Yellow lines snake up

The lane to hiss under red 

Brick walls vibrant enough

To split the sidewalk just before

An electric colored car

Screams into you.

Good friends of mine said

They could show me a ways

Away where all would be well,

And they were right.

Sunny snowfalls play

A trick of giving off

Just enough light,

So that you can’t see

A thing, while splashing

A gorgeous tint of grey

Atop the footprints

I followed like a clock.

I could hear the silence

Thumping to a vicious roar

As I marched into the stainless

Steel mirror, muddled

Liquid face, swirling enough

To be worthless as it makes

Stupid sense. Before a trigger

Pull’s second could pass,

I caught a silver cardinal

Shoot from his perch,

Clawing my eyes away

Long enough for the glass

To melt, leaving in my hands

A silver frame of my beautiful

Black and white world.

What needed to be seen, 

Is shown.