when you are present

just the other day, grape leaves

and staying aligned

dynamic systems

together in solitude

to keep it secure

my cedar waxwing

greater than Saturn — painted

wake me from slumber

I know what you are!

for you, was an act of love

to find happiness

this isolation

to a gratitude’s ocean

vivid silouettes

messengers of trees

that your trail will not be full

between our essence

how the light alone

make this icosahedron

on the forest floor

oh, yes, this is it!

that practice the art of firm

as though I am not

oh, yes, this is it!

for you, was an act of love

gather energy

plot the Devil’s Curve

without the dry spells, the flood

joyful perfection

sine waves in the clouds

it filled my lungs with quiet

graphs of my being

some of these rivers

coastline measured by atom

and announces life

your entire self — world

at the leaves that you have lost

listening to birds

I dream that you kiss

come and sit with me; this day

and then sweep away

little winter bee

one crow sits; a single Om

a focus within

the elk must have left

to journey beneath the stars

relax your creases

now, lessen yourself

will flip the leaves from my grave

beautiful — complex

you reach for the moon

it left only a small crack

of the kale flowers

I am to math art

in an ocean of currents

in my green garden

companion within

just to remind me, nudge me,

completing a proof