we live in these loops
in the cracks beneath my feet
when you get to peak
we live in these loops
in the cracks beneath my feet
when you get to peak
I found you — fallen
the weight gives way for the light
a painted earful
yellow-rumped warbler
I do feel incredibly free
together a seed
baby nuthatches
you tripped me, floating there. but
to truly exist
I am now learning
in plucking sprigs of currants
covered in passion
I know what you are!
I will reach with all my time
summer tanager
long shadows pull me
might be — organized — perfect
manifest eddies
your consistency
just keep going — it is but
our reality
I treat my tea bag
curve down the spine of our sky
now, take in more light
I need to walk there
can become tangled in lines
envelope my eyes
when I’m dead and gone
on the surface of the depths
origami joy
revert to a child
rupture with flight and chorus
from a hidden world
look up — perspective
may it be quiet and soft
the squirrel tail scolds
three generations
there’s hundreds of finish lines
look at what’s in reach
let yourself be here
swirls in your radiant light
just remove the load
we all can transform
swooping, dancing, and diving
at the oceans breath
I see reflection
will be erased by time’s tides
my smallness is known
the weight that you lift
that we are but on a speck
that small piece of moss
be the blank canvas
so you can hear the whispers
that you still love them
in the quiet dusk
about all your vertices
it can feel hopeless