Catching sunlight between my fingers,
I sway to a mental gait,
while squatting by the window.

I watch a chipmunk, who’s chewing something,
peek out from a fresh hole,
where my mother’s tulips were once.
A metronomic Andante sets yet another
dotted-rhythm day’s tempo.
And as this day’s continuo
progresses from tonic sunrises,
dominant noons, to tonic sunsets,
its improvisatory realization
is as harmonically closed
as the previous days’.

Aimlessly strolling out of my doors,
splashed with soothing soft winds,
with unsyncopated steps,
I stumble, land, crushing
melismatic geraniums,
recently planted by my mother.
Intent on a recapitulation
to my indoor haven,
I cadence deceptively,
resting on the woodchips
by the flattened geraniums.

After a sunbath,
I amble back to my niche,
of feigned zephyrs
gently blown by a machine.
Cool and comfortable,
I entertain the idea of a repeat,
another excursion into the heat.
But, I languidly reason
since yesterday’s events were strophic,
today’s, for contrast,
should be through-composed.

So absorbing rainbows into my sockets,
I daze to optical stimuli,
while slumped by the t.v.

-Tsai