how all the familiar changes.
how ruts, routines and rituals ring in
a landscape without the echoes
of your being.
how strange it feels, without your
barriers, at once forbidding and yet
how all is the same, yet its timbre,
tones and melodies are completely
as they seek to find a way
to fill the emptiness
how what is a natural
part of life,
seems so very out
of sync with what
|ny botanical gardens|