Cocooned in metal and plastic,
I ride to work in a vaguely somnambulistic haze.
The sounds of cars hum and beep around me.
The engines don't roar anymore;
they purr and whirr, almost silent.
It's their tires I hear, sticking and
unsticking on the pavement.
In the gray haze, I see the colors of the lights
denoting the corners on shapes,
others signaling the red, green, and yellow
of the intersections.
And yet -- and yet, I hear spring,
sneaking through the industrialized
sound barrier -- robins chirping and singing
their own joy at the coming of another day.
P.S. A few days ago, I posted
some pictures from my visit to Nada,
a new restaurant in downtown Indy.
They liked the pictures and comments,
so treated me to dessert the other
night. Ahhh. I felt so spoiled.