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

tuck your babies in

does humble me to this earth

ruffles in our time

teaching math all day

pause to see the warp and weft

preparing to bloom

I feel the evening

catching the little white moths

you — your silhouette

I saw the sunrise

rupture with flight and chorus

of life around you

a swallow ballet

claim the branch, caw to below

that stands still and dark

I wish I knew how

do seek out that which blends in

depth has no meaning

the most precious things

struck down by the weight of ice

into me, not me

there’s this ritual

another reality

until it doesn’t

you play when hidden

finding your way without sight

but, sometimes I break

a simplicity

so you can hear the whispers

beyond what we grasp

when you are present

just the other day, grape leaves

and staying aligned

dynamic systems

together in solitude

to keep it secure