Murmuring Breeze Past the Stones

It’s a beautiful spring day
And you’re alive! Wait, that’s not
The sequence. Being alive

Doesn’t come in addition
To the spring day. The spring day
Depends on being alive.

Living is the least of it,
Urgrund of experience.
Then everything sprawls around,

Gorgeous, banal, or awful.
This is a gorgeous spring day
Outside the cemetery.