Orillia

Watching frost melt
Being grateful for its mild

seeing a ground bare of such this time
Last week
A body of water unfrozen to say the least
It's amazing to feel any gratitude at all
At least for the weather
For them id be shocked if it ever ceased
Now there is something
So tied and all-encompassing
Something about that invisible string
That binds us tight enough so
I don't even need to be around to hear
I want you around for a long time
And
I want to be around too feel it's weight
In a pile in the hardened parking lot
Passers- by unburdened by the loss of sight
Nor sound
Yet they kept on walking
Anyway