Sky Around Me

Through the door
into another
world my thoughts
behind me

pine cones for gifts, scrabble
is a game and I am the
dice
tossed about

gifts for me enter my mind
a deserving attitude,
then the mouse
skitters
and the trap
placed near his escape

oh that doorway my
only grasp of
reality, and I
take it with both hands.

Life is good, cherry blossoms
scented
taste buds accepting.

© Richard L. Provencher