On The Outside

I’ve been writing about

what’s on the outside -

the blooms on the trees,

the unblown dandelions,

the sun’s rays reflecting off the

gentle pass of a tributary’s flowing stream

glistening off the surface like diamonds.

The bumble bee beside me.

I can hear his quiet buzz making it's way

with the purple wildflowers growing

next to me.

I’m careful to stay away.