0024 There is here; outside, inside
Who notices, who knows, unless
they step to the front door to savour
the freshness of fresh air, the faint scent
of geranium leaves brushed, violet petunias,
the sweet peas awaiting an appreciative sniff,
- who notices our breathing, subtly irregular
as a poem cautiously surfaces? Out there,
a planet, encased in precious atmosphere,
revolves around a sun, blazing at a lawful distance…