I am condensate

the negative space becomes

and then sweep away

plan those garden beds

that’s why we should all do them

in hopes of french fries

the weight that you lift

nodes in the past and future

I have passed this past

just folding paper

that demands sugary treats

birds rouse the whole earth

vortex of petals

tiny feet, before you died

utterly selfless

the various V’s

cedars converge together

winter steps on spring

this night sky that comes

moonlit branches projected

to be a focus

cherry blossom swirls

swirls in your radiant light

everywhere I go

there is a pulse here

the tiny details abound

whispering of love

the most shadowed trail

at your beauty, your being

of that great distance

I hugged my mother

look inwards with boundlessness

of aether and light

ducklings form a mass

the negative space becomes

to root yourself in

cottonwoods have arms

wrap and hug life that once was

critical moments

seek out your zeros

sine, cosine, tangents and more

a moment will do

all tracks in your life

moonlit branches projected

reaching skyward — up

even planets, stars

for the number of poems

the remnants of life

some of us are those

fractals into more windows

I hear, I exist

you’re my paradox

the light of the sun and moon

iota of earth

Earth has silhouettes

accidental flushing dog

the universe rounds

trees churn with current

that provide us with brilliance

leap up to kiss sky