A poem I wrote while staring at busy people as day became night.

Covered in covenants like mini governments
under umbrellas of jumbled encumbrance.
Fumbling hunters just stumble while mumbling.
Muttering nothing- just grumbles and shuffling.
Wonder if under this thunderous blunder if
others will suddenly jump into wonderment.
Summoning something to understand what this is.
Something comes up from the crumpled circumference.
…
Stop suppressing these delicate masterpieces
Butterflies
that live inside
around my solar plexus
the cycles repeat
whether unkempt or neat
they’re equally infectious.
See …
When I am riddled
with worry and fear
they flutter in circles so nervous.
When I calm down
I hear the full sound
Of the symphony…