Front yard flower

I am emerging from stuck
between the cracks of groundlessness
upon which I walk. Totally boxed in
my head could not swivel
not look to the right or left.
Legs ached body hurt stuck
totally there. Always, ALWAYS
when this happens I know that it
too, like joy, is impermanent.
I seek refuge in the same
substance that traps me--
all is temporary.

So, I would assume that this // and here the record stops. There has been a shift in the ground, in the thoughts that entrap mind. The air clears. My head can look up, now--can see crystal blue, can hear morning sounds of dove, finch and cardinal. Once free from stuck there is only the push forward. And just look what I found in my own front garden!