however I tread

with youthful minds in my home

play means letting go

repose beneath sky

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

violet, green flight

who would have thought that

pink Clouds wrap around my eyes

that lead to wonder

I know, even though

you have been trained to lure us

like a point in space

hoya of Nana

that you store your quietness

through the moon’s dim light

I think that you might

of flight above all of it

evaporating

dive deep into waves

holding sky with tangled limbs

winter chandeliers

oh my! look at you

are now weeks past their season

to look up — skyward

how the light alone

reach with your iterations

blooming in my sill

the currents of geese

paint the histories of tides

puddle of raindrops

butterfly vortex

when overwhelmed with beauty,

through the moon’s dim light

some of these rivers

how to play, to be a child

a breath of color

you have this structure

like folded origami?

thoughts wrapped around me

reflections at sea

that hug me; sitting so small

our place in the stars

council of the crows

that your trail will not be full

a precious orchid

a foggy morning

contemplating reflection

summer tanager

just look at you there

but chaotic and angry

fly, eat, then repeat

in the mossy dusk

swooping, dancing, and diving

while reflecting sky

I long for rivers

greater than Saturn — painted

contrast is but life

a tender wave wafts

that’s why we should all do them

a moment will do