My amazon corrugated cardboard box
Has in big, bold letters
“Future you says thanks”
Truly at odds with what I have been learning about
attachment, self and the NOW that is
Presently, it is my haiku
that frames my glass door
5 delicate pink blossoms
With 7 magenta leaves
Held by 5 slickened
Black branches
This gangly upstart of a tree
She shelters (my first) a indigo bunting
Regaling blue on perfect pink
Until a fledging crashes in my side window
Dazed and comical
Rain soaked but Alive
So off I go into this brand new moment
Not really prepared
But jumping in, nevertheless.