when is it, you ask

perfect hemispheres reflect

a trickle, a gush

I treat my tea bag

together in flight and tree

life’s concavity

dive deep into waves

the silhouettes of anthers

black feathers at dusk

perspectives give us

of flight above all of it

look at what’s in reach

modest are the trees

at the junction. Sand and sea.

summer tanager

play brings character

that have tails pointing ahead

are we not of space?

simple churns of thought

your calls and antics amuse

raining from the sky

happiness is now

the depths of the light and dark

hundreds of years old

sometimes do you feel

are now weeks past their season

our place in the stars

a simplicity

from an utter nakedness

of aether and light

plan those garden beds

of this precious blue planet

now, take in more light

when you lean into

vibrato pierces the morn

at your ocean’s edge

vestiges of trees

shelter me with your branches

to your inner self

your life has texture

center on infinity

leaving playful trails

I try to let storms

break free from these tangled limbs

whispering of blue

reminders of love

like folded origami?

in a universe

this night sky that comes

change my radius of thought

wake me from slumber

lift yourself with breath

mandalas of all our time

raining from the sky

a vector on wind

revealing ancient forest

out of what remains

your palm faces down

the raw transforms to beauty

ev’ry living cell