pondering polar

our view is from a plane, yet

goes – as you orbit

early morning song

you need not the sun or moon

and staying aligned

there’s this ritual

to a gratitude’s ocean

it is my function

you are potential

turbulence with breath, movement

thoughts wrapped around me

He has a paintbrush

earlier now. Lets us know

and then sweep away

when between two rocks

with the magnitude of life

of an inner light

twisted growth, out, up

gossamer laced water beads

lullaby buzzing

those moments of pause

reach, spread your canopy

and still fall so short

we live in these loops

when the wind whispers to you

lingers deep inside

shadows can bring forth

blow through me and around me

I want to fly in

such perfection is

that you store your quietness

winter chandeliers

revert to a child

appear on my walkabouts

tied for each refill

with no dimension

to sit and watch little swifts

and then scintillates

a light of guidance

better plotted in polar

while reflecting sky

I just glimpsed the light

I will reach with all my time

life is letting go

parabolic curves

in one sedum, young to old

places for quiet

just a breath away

to journey beneath the stars

to the summers end

I could walk this path

in an ocean of currents

reveal gratitude

as you look down here

so delicate and hidden

between our essence

shoes of sand and moss

brings us through our existence

air, to tree, to air