I hugged my mother

paint the histories of tides

this brief existence

like glaciers in spring

to put a thought of peace here

gather energy

cumulative drops

cedars converge together

breath in this wildwood

just folding paper

ev’ryone becomes silent

of growth beneath soil

simple churns of thought

pause to see the warp and weft

to be swept by wind

modest are the trees

still budding though you lay down

was so capable

you ensure the life

I thought you might sit with me

of this time right now

the lenses we have

that draw you in; and call you

with the deltoid curve

your path can be framed

swooping, dancing, and diving

loving thy neighbor

you were in my hands

from the evening robins’ beaks

in a silent mind

a spiral beauty

just keep going — it is but

raining from the sky

I am to math art

blow through me and around me

that small piece of moss

we all need this path

in the cracks beneath my feet

and empty of self

we architect webs

of flight above all of it

completing a proof

there exists nothing

accidental flushing dog

it is my function

just folding paper

smell, taste of being awake

evolve into art

a Fermat spiral

to put a thought of peace here

to the morning beams

geometric egg

that you store your quietness

a glow in winter

in the quiet dusk

from an utter nakedness

our reality

you harbor beauty

of flight above all of it

in hopes of french fries