I Appreciate The Daisies

Sly Spring has come
while we were too preoccupied to notice.
Who signed off on this season change?
It’s not what the doctor ordered.
But when gold spills through my curtains –
I mean, how can I resist?
Downgraded coat and trainers
make this year’s debut.
Me and half the suburbs, at arms’ length
drink distilled sunshine
devour nature with starved eyes.
A wren perched on a log does not look real.
Two empty trains pass by in teal.
This is a space devoid of mortal fears.
If the world is ending, well –
you wouldn’t know it here.

There is more life in traffic
than I have seen in days.
The magic of motion
roots me to the earth.
Quo vadis, Germany?
Blinded by the natural light
reflecting off car bonnets
my gaze falls to soft grass.
Small miracles in egg yolk/white
dot this urban lawn.
Home is in sight. The clock ticks on
and I’m back at my desk
my unsuitable chair
my Kabelsalat
my hamster wheel
But at least I had the time
the eyes
to appreciate the daisies.