why isn’t solstace

hints of orange and purple

to tuck me in — dream

dim the light with fog

swiftly move with such volume

propagating good

I wished to see moon

pull me to that single point

violet, green flight

this junction of ray

at your beauty, your being

joyfully alive

a tender wave wafts

I embraced every moment

brightening shadows

just folding paper

but let those volunteers grow

detach and then breathe

plan those garden beds

vivid inner gratitude

in hopes of french fries

the forget-me-nots

echoes with branches in streams

at the lowest tide

those moments of pause

that crest of water — a wave

in the day’s raindrops

just make sure that you

swiftly move with such volume

breathe out compassion

love gutter bubbles

and I will love every

across our life’s trails

the various V’s

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

and talk of the birds

images within

whispered to my deepest self

orientation

a vector on wind

fractals into more windows

iota of life

when you lean into

and the unexpected joy

at the lowest point

there’s this ritual

and the unexpected joy

I hear, I exist

just look at you there

cushion your steps as you run

vivid silouettes

strands of life do hang

the dunes of me — parallel

birds flit from my path

fractal streams draw me

straight into a wall of life

drink it into you

geometric egg

dew that has settled on life

and create you own