I was late for lunch

may it be quiet and soft

branches reach, yearning

sunflowers bow their

lead us to the mind’s wonders

reveal gratitude

perspectives give us

in an ocean of currents

white gives way to green

I saw the sunrise

yellow streaks in my backyard

uncountable, be

be the horizon

the most beautiful pattern

transforming in growth

three-hundred-sixty

might be — organized — perfect

black feathers at dusk

bubbles have been packed

one crow sits; a single Om

the ones that I see

I found you — fallen

waits, watches, ruffles, then flies

as the darkness came

revert to a child

bring brown creepers to focus

I will sit with you

evening clouds whisper

for the hidden forest doors

you bring me such joy

white smeared on the blue

together in flight and tree

white gives way to green

even planets, stars

warmth catching the top branches

beautiful — complex

swimming in a sea

found without expectation

and then held my breath

a vortex caught me

that hug me; sitting so small

within all of this

you need solitude

you can feel it at the edge

the person you are

sustenance I made

about all your vertices

dreading suffering

pull that little string

that setting sun, warm your breast

camouflage now seen

just for a moment

dancing in erratic flight

hidden is the wood

this colorful mist

orchid blooming for a year

leaving playful trails

so many curves here

a battle-ready sentry

to the long light rays