morning rush

stepping out side,

of my air conditioned home,

I am struck,

by what has been hidden from me,

through out the night.

The Air,

warm and moist,

with a delightful breeze;

brings me some where else

and a time far away.

Drifting white, puffy clouds,

becoming just illuminated,

by the sun rising,

as it always does,

bringing its early morning light.

I am brought to a seashore,

so far away

and i should be carrying a fishing pole,

but i am not.

i wander,

instead through the garden,

picking the vegetable delights.

A mosquito buzzes my ear,

as i move through the lush green.

It is trapped,

not by my hand,

but by a spider's web,

that i have broken through.

She now can forgive my indiscretion,

of breaking her web,

for she has food enough.

I returned to my artificial world,

inside my home

and the bubble of memories past,

pops.