we live in these loops

with the steel beams of your thoughts

life’s intricacies

some windows are but

of light and shadow, those lines

utterly selfless

my cedar waxwing

that’s why we should all do them

vestige roots of time

I dream that you kiss

but I was deeply shrouded

on the forest floor

you were in my hands

is still such a limited

wrapping around beams

solve the soma cube

gardens smile at their presence

calls me to be small

such perfection is

lets us forget what it is

winter chandeliers

yellow river sky

distance and angle of me

wake me from slumber

companion within

to the trees; magnificent

of life around you

baby nuthatches

finding your way without sight

origami joy

my cedar waxwing

just need to reach higher up

earth and sky as one

gaze in reflection

between the houses, hidden

as the darkness came

just for a moment

appear on my walkabouts

on the forest floor

pondering polar

locked within is history

what poems they speak

vortex of petals

just keep going — it is but

a trickle, a gush

sometimes luminance

an impetus for your flight

destined for the soil

there are days in which

of warm coffee in my cup,

leaving playful trails

you swept over me

place them in your mind’s pocket

drink it into you

we are projections

a palette knife smears serpents

written by water

splashing in pure joy

lured me from my dreams last night

our place in the stars