I sought the outside
The wisps of vapor overhead
The light - unfiltered through windows
The green unvarnished
The scents pure
The dirt bare
Condo living grasps to control:
Mows and treats and weeds
Streets carry passengers
too busy
To see
To feel
To smell
But
I can find it still:
The white floating streams
The cyan barrier
I can see it!
The doorway
The passage to the heavens
Smallest hole it appears
But I know
Through it lies the way
To the unknown
It’s good that I know too
That You are here
Creator of all good and majestic
You dwell below
As among the comets
It’s good I know -
Else I would seek you
Through that minuscule corridor
And never return