a swallow ballet
claim the branch, caw to below
that stands still and dark
a swallow ballet
claim the branch, caw to below
that stands still and dark
I wish I knew how
do seek out that which blends in
depth has no meaning
the most precious things
struck down by the weight of ice
into me, not me
there’s this ritual
another reality
until it doesn’t
you play when hidden
finding your way without sight
but, sometimes I break
a simplicity
so you can hear the whispers
beyond what we grasp
when you are present
just the other day, grape leaves
and staying aligned
dynamic systems
together in solitude
to keep it secure
my cedar waxwing
greater than Saturn — painted
wake me from slumber
I know what you are!
for you, was an act of love
to find happiness
this isolation
to a gratitude’s ocean
vivid silouettes
messengers of trees
that your trail will not be full
between our essence
how the light alone
make this icosahedron
on the forest floor
oh, yes, this is it!
that practice the art of firm
as though I am not
oh, yes, this is it!
for you, was an act of love
gather energy
plot the Devil’s Curve
without the dry spells, the flood
joyful perfection
sine waves in the clouds
it filled my lungs with quiet
graphs of my being
some of these rivers
coastline measured by atom
and announces life
your entire self — world
at the leaves that you have lost
listening to birds
I dream that you kiss
come and sit with me; this day
and then sweep away