you take off and fly

paint the histories of tides

to look up — skyward

you still have that dream

found in every little

breath in this wildwood

in just one moment

I see you and your colors

are we not of space?

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

on dead branches among clouds

orientation

sometimes we muster

do seek out that which blends in

what currents we make

immerse all of you

turbulence with breath, movement

clouds splash on my feet

on the wire, one wire

claim the branch, caw to below

Pisano petals

you do amaze me

I will reach with all my time

like a point in space

geometric egg

that will lead you down that path

in hopes of french fries

I am condensate

perfect, beautiful flowers

written by water

so, obviously

you can feel it at the edge

as pink fades to night

determination

while reaching over a stream

holding tight; reaching

sing to the kitties

reflect your being in the

flesh removed from earth

your little footprints

to the trees; magnificent

beautiful — complex

life shows its beauty

creative, curious, joy

a place to gather

when you lean into

of this precious blue planet

to dwell within me

pappus chains; circles

that feathers the clouds above

puddle of raindrops

revert to a child

hints of orange and purple

until you take flight

lofty sequoia

the best gift I could give you

goes – as you orbit

there are these days — times

partially obscured by sky

utterly alive