Orange leaping up at me,
green drooping down.
Red, black, and white all around, blending into each other perfectly.

Cacophony in my left ear,
melody in my right.
Somehow, perfectly in sync.

Lingering taste of spice,
soothing salivation,
from the dinner I cooked a few hours ago.

Fresh floral scent.
Is it me, or someone else?
I’m too tired to know, but I appreciate it.

Cold air making its way through my coat, counteracted by
Blankets warming my legs, and
poetry warming my soul.

All these, working together, to shape space and time for me.
Heightening my senses, grounding my mind.