Too much noise
around me.
Too easy for the
chattering classes
to summon the
cold mountains.
Convincing us all
that is the way.
The mantras seem
beyond human affairs.
Not even a line of
a poem hangs in the heart.

But as the last
cloud drains away.
I see the green
and yellow world.
Not as an illusion,
but in that moment.
A reflection of myself.
Each of us alive and rare.
Such a living
light to behold.