the most beautiful thing

At half past 5 this afternoon,
Just before the rain poured and the darkness sunk in,
Everything was yellow.

I recently removed my blue curtains,
Just so that i could wash them clean,
And I opened my window blinds,
Just to let the room breathe.

And there I was lying down on my bed,
swimming in the last rays of the sun
which entered through my window
listening to the sound of the people outside

Through the yellow I could see the silhouettes
Of the mutant ants marching along the vines
Which have grown on our house rails
Unattended, overlooked, forgotten.