I know, even though
you have been trained to lure us
like a point in space
I know, even though
you have been trained to lure us
like a point in space
hoya of Nana
that you store your quietness
through the moon’s dim light
I think that you might
of flight above all of it
evaporating
dive deep into waves
holding sky with tangled limbs
winter chandeliers
oh my! look at you
are now weeks past their season
to look up — skyward
how the light alone
reach with your iterations
blooming in my sill
the currents of geese
paint the histories of tides
puddle of raindrops
butterfly vortex
when overwhelmed with beauty,
through the moon’s dim light
some of these rivers
how to play, to be a child
a breath of color
you have this structure
like folded origami?
thoughts wrapped around me
reflections at sea
that hug me; sitting so small
our place in the stars
council of the crows
that your trail will not be full
a precious orchid
a foggy morning
contemplating reflection
summer tanager
just look at you there
but chaotic and angry
fly, eat, then repeat
in the mossy dusk
swooping, dancing, and diving
while reflecting sky
I long for rivers
greater than Saturn — painted
contrast is but life
a tender wave wafts
that’s why we should all do them
a moment will do
ice rains down on life
in quite moments of breath
in the winter sun
you reach for the moon
you tripped me, floating there. but
and create you own
your entire self — world
an ancient forest of life
puddle of raindrops