outside me is plus

I sit at the office, facing the computer
but my mind is elsewhere
and I let it go, not calling it back
--wandering off is medicine

on her journey my mind sees:
it's snowing quietly,
streets and shopwindows are lit and sparkly
(metallic red, red everywhere),
new postings by friends appear

I may wither inside,
but outside of me it's blooming
and that persuades me to stay alive
until I'm finally free to breathe