self portraits are tough

infinite, ever-changing

joyful perfection

I am to math art

together in flight and tree

I have passed this past

the lenses we have

the tiny details abound

absolute values

do you like to think

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

as with all life’s gifts

I know what you are!

scintillate with the soft breeze

puddle of raindrops

cherry blossom swirls

but let those volunteers grow

spirals of corners

unfold at sunrise

of the day, of tomorrow

holding tight; reaching

I know, even though

on the rosemary and frost

to start to become

I found a carcass

just keep going — it is but

it can feel hopeless

your entire self — world

to play in the winds of life

shining through the ground

together we play

cohesion yet separate

waiting for sunset

you taught me the words

the tiny details abound

at the ocean’s edge

in an empty lot

almost as if you desire

when I am present

I was on my run

chaffing ice in the sun’s warmth

you see a chicken

the currents of geese

lets us forget what it is

I want to fly in

the mind of a child

in the cracks beneath my feet

we have ever had

light offers shadows

seize those moments that make you

to feel the cloud’s breath

your life has texture

found without expectation

a nurturing act

you are potential

are but loops in the garment

‘fore you fly away

sometimes you just run

brings on creativity

was so capable