The day is almost gone.
with me around, gazing.

The tree
standing the cold and dropping temperatures
with resilience.
For years now,
alone on a green patch of defiance.

On its side, walls sheltering itinerant souls, visited by either wild dreams
or citizens of the new world.
Cars, drifting away from motion, into motionless puffing, like wrinkle-embroidered Cuban caballeros,
riding their seductive cigars.

Behind these large windows,
life
swarming death every speck of the day. I cannot escape it,
I can only hope that one day, brave enough and as resilient as this tree,
I will be able to stand alone
in front of the wide wind owing ocean
and witness my very soul
drifting away
into the borderless blue
of God‘s love