the ease to forget

glorious touching the earth

birds flit from my path

there are just some trails

better plotted in polar

of growth and decay

I saw the sunrise

awareness of light; contrast;

don’t go unnoticed

even in our death

would be an interesting

with all of your heart

I hugged my mother

of an origami quilt

absolute beauty

there are days in which

creative, curious, joy

in the now of life

I stumbled upon

the depths of the light and dark

evaporating

heart rate integrals

scintillate with the soft breeze

waiting for sunset

at the tops of hills

I feel their anxiety

birds flit from my path

gratitude sneaks up

your little arms, unaware

you see a chicken

crow, quiet and still

a way to see each other

hundreds of years old

even the strongest

of the day, of tomorrow

shining through the ground

modest are the trees

and dip myself in the clouds

painted in puddles

there are just some trails

be the leaf on winter’s tree

never in silence

window deja vu

maybe all flowers do this

leap up to kiss sky

your path can be framed

half buried in sand ripples

versions you can be

the weight of a cloud

rupture with flight and chorus

I want to fly in

to feel that soft breeze

reach with your iterations

iota of earth

your life has texture

of an origami quilt

to tuck me in — dream

you ensure the life

can make the same daily path

and talk of the birds