Through the Screen Door

This didn't turn out as I originally intended, but I figured I would post it anyway. Perhaps I'll fix it later. Perhaps not.

Through the Screen Door

I see the world
Through black mesh squares.
Lush green grass beckons
To my stationary feet
Planted on cool, firm linoleum.

I feel the breeze,
Though muffled by the screen.
Carelessly tossed leaves invite
My smoothed hair
To be tousled by the wind.

I hear the birds
As though on distant hills.
Charming notes of harmony tease
My delighted ears—
Accustomed only to empty echoes.

I reach out
To accept the invitation,
Only to touch
A not quite absent shield
That smothers life.