Picasso ceramic vessels,
Yesterday I sat outside the hospital on a park bench in a state of enforced quiescence.
Waiting is easier when unenclosed.
I inspected lines and architecture and the amalgam of structural additions.
I counted windows.
I noted the cultivated curves of dwarf juniper set to relieve the cement of parking lots and painted cubicles for cars.
Tectangles and rectangles. Enforced dimensions. Geometric imperatives. Efficient. Orderly. As reassuring as grammar.
I watched a pair of gold and black butterflies bobbing on waves of air.
I saw three crows rise like letters against a blue and white tie-dyed sky.
Impulsive patterns. Other laws. A more subtle enforcement.
The auguries of ordinary things.