when you turn in a

smoothing bumps, magnifying

ablutions from sky

the weight that you lift

of the day, of tomorrow

places for quiet

you were in my hands

make this icosahedron

a breath of color

we live in these loops

little hummingbirds come, go.

birds rouse the whole earth

we live in these loops

gardens smile at their presence

I awake in grace

maybe all our days

of warm coffee in my cup,

lullaby buzzing

the ease to forget

glorious touching the earth

birds flit from my path

there are just some trails

better plotted in polar

of growth and decay

I saw the sunrise

awareness of light; contrast;

don’t go unnoticed

even in our death

would be an interesting

with all of your heart

I hugged my mother

of an origami quilt

absolute beauty

there are days in which

creative, curious, joy

in the now of life

I stumbled upon

the depths of the light and dark

evaporating

heart rate integrals

scintillate with the soft breeze

waiting for sunset

at the tops of hills

I feel their anxiety

birds flit from my path

gratitude sneaks up

your little arms, unaware

you see a chicken

crow, quiet and still

a way to see each other

hundreds of years old

even the strongest

of the day, of tomorrow

shining through the ground

modest are the trees

and dip myself in the clouds

painted in puddles

there are just some trails

be the leaf on winter’s tree

never in silence