we live in these loops

in the cracks beneath my feet

when you get to peak

I found you — fallen

the weight gives way for the light

a painted earful

yellow-rumped warbler

I do feel incredibly free

together a seed

baby nuthatches

you tripped me, floating there. but

to truly exist

I am now learning

in plucking sprigs of currants

covered in passion

I know what you are!

I will reach with all my time

summer tanager

long shadows pull me

might be — organized — perfect

manifest eddies

your consistency

just keep going — it is but

our reality

I treat my tea bag

curve down the spine of our sky

now, take in more light

I need to walk there

can become tangled in lines

envelope my eyes

when I’m dead and gone

on the surface of the depths

origami joy

revert to a child

rupture with flight and chorus

from a hidden world

look up — perspective

may it be quiet and soft

the squirrel tail scolds

three generations

there’s hundreds of finish lines

look at what’s in reach

let yourself be here

swirls in your radiant light

just remove the load

we all can transform

swooping, dancing, and diving

at the oceans breath

I see reflection

will be erased by time’s tides

my smallness is known

the weight that you lift

that we are but on a speck

that small piece of moss

be the blank canvas

so you can hear the whispers

that you still love them

in the quiet dusk

about all your vertices

it can feel hopeless