Façade

I walk alone

below a spotless sky,

against the tide

of the tremulous wind;

a lonely figure

in a living fresco,

enveloped by the backdrop

of a landscaped temple;

a simple shrine

concealing the complexity

of a single cell

on a lonesome leaf

of a solitary sliver

of sea green grass;

I walk alone

in an ocean of emerald,

forging a path

into the trees;

a small figure

in the forest framework

of towering giants

and thick brush;

a brushstroke on the globe

feigning immensity

and fooling imagination.