we all need this path

in the cracks beneath my feet

and empty of self

we architect webs

of flight above all of it

completing a proof

there exists nothing

accidental flushing dog

it is my function

just folding paper

smell, taste of being awake

evolve into art

a Fermat spiral

to put a thought of peace here

to the morning beams

geometric egg

that you store your quietness

a glow in winter

in the quiet dusk

from an utter nakedness

our reality

you harbor beauty

of flight above all of it

in hopes of french fries

I see reflection

and your fractal being – now

as pink fades to night

council of the crows

when the wind whispers to you

you — your silhouette

the weight of a cloud

always reaching to the west

finite — infinite

your palm faces down

a head injury, a loss

no matter the seas

I saw the sunrise

crows in puddles and in trees

at the lowest point

puddles of sunlight

a trail to be hopped and skipped

a breath of color

I wished to see moon

just to remind me, nudge me,

manifest eddies

I know this portal

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

to the morning beams

you just know how to

revealing ancient forest

camouflage now seen

in the sky — a sign

within a rose’s petals

in the now of life

a puddle can seem

reach with those ancient branches

singing of glory

the elk must have left

before you can grow; anew

a moment will do