I dream that you kiss

holding sky with tangled limbs

such different days

some windows are but

in one sedum, young to old

with all of your heart

sustenance I made

look inwards with boundlessness

hide aphelion

this junction of ray

the sun rises and then sets

the remnants of life

the simplest joy

are now weeks past their season

between our essence

I hugged my mother

swiftly move with such volume

the spring surprises

shoes of sand and moss

to caress you and your light

of an inner light

immerse all of you

that feathers the clouds above

off of you in age

even planets, stars

in an ocean of currents

to what reference?

I think that you must

completely immerse yourself

uncountable, be

cedar waxwings flock

of warm coffee in my cup,

evolving conchoid

fractal streams draw me

may be the wettest or tough

on the forest floor

unfold at sunrise

fill my soul with joy,love. In

fractal winter days

a new path is found

a ball of a peony

I will sit with you

I am condensate

looking for meaning, we see

you — your silhouette

but I feel as if

that you stand alone out here

listening to birds

the base of thirteen

contemplating reflection

catches the sun’s rays

my cedar waxwing

it was always here — ready

is there really up?

a simplicity

at your beauty, your being

sit now before me

I am now learning

to a gratitude’s ocean

with grains of pollen