strands of life do hang
I feel their anxiety
a breath of color
strands of life do hang
I feel their anxiety
a breath of color
so many curves here
of warm coffee in my cup,
the remnants of life
you gather to speak
to put a thought of peace here
fall into the fold
even in our death
for you, was an act of love
glorious — alone
I hugged my mother
in that space — sans time — sans thought
the person you are
probability
from life that I did not know
it can feel hopeless
He has a paintbrush
that feathers the clouds above
positive? a shift
a vortex caught me
that you stand alone out here
harbinger of spring
fire’s fingers dance,
beneath the trees, sun, and moon
look at what’s in reach
we are projections
those intersections in self
on the forest floor
I breathed alder air
at the leaves that you have lost
and announces life
messengers of trees
forges clouds among the trees
branches reach, yearning
oh, yes, this is it!
fractals into more windows
in the now of life
I think that you must
contained within the puddles
quiet etched in time
this year you have bloomed
that’s why we should all do them
to dwell within me
splashing in pure joy
below the grasses of thought
reflect and renew
play brings character
cedars converge together
joyfully alive
sustenance I made
while reaching over a stream
and empty of self
twisted growth, out, up
pause to see the warp and weft
drops encompass me
in an empty lot
origami creases you
quiet etched in time