I feel all the strands

I do feel incredibly free

a breath of color

I am condensate

might be — organized — perfect

branches reach, yearning

all tracks in your life

like it is the very last

birds rouse the whole earth

I have a fixed point

you peek over the grapes to

cobbles at high tide

the ease to forget

hummingbird stopped me to talk

and breath in this life

my orchid’s face me

for the hidden forest doors

gather energy

reflections at sea

yellow streaks in my backyard

at the ocean’s edge

little winter bee

homeomorphic tree tops

to feel the cloud’s breath

you chase in the tree

in plucking sprigs of currants

listening to birds

sometimes do you feel

too far ahead of your path

watch me; smile at me

just folding paper

playing in the waves, currents,

an umbellifer

your presence brings joy

moments learning the flowers

that you are given

when I’m dead and gone

droplets, the bubbles in air

sit now before me

sunlight in canyons

are but loops in the garment

to feel the cloud’s breath

squeeze through the portal

may bring forth fruits beyond us

living in circles

even the strongest

that’s why we should all do them

this brief existence

I wish I knew how

in that space — sans time — sans thought

an umbellifer

I found you — fallen

but let those volunteers grow

the spring surprises

beauty in my mind

infinite, ever-changing

in the winter sun

at the tops of hills

to journey beneath the stars

spilled to inspire change