Outside the spring and inside the light.

To my right the roundness of leaves; 

a bright green firework of plant money, 

Chinese. To my left a fat mug with tea;

‘Throat Comfort,’ a dangling paper tag 

that says ‘The beauty of the soul is constant,

continuous and endless.’ To my center 

a Me, comfortable at last, and my throat 

round at last, round and soft and clear 

as I type, and type fast.