I see this window

on the floor of the forest

that still my being

evening clouds whisper

that setting sun, warm your breast

on the forest floor

who would have thought that

of dancing curves of sunshine

small bubbly fractals

I see sentinels

locked within is history

nodes of our time here

see generations

could sum the beats of a life

turning in at night

sometimes do you feel

I feel their anxiety

focus of this path

who would have thought that

on the forest floor — I feel

of what surrounds you

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