we are projections

a palette knife smears serpents

written by water

splashing in pure joy

lured me from my dreams last night

our place in the stars

tuck your babies in

does humble me to this earth

ruffles in our time

teaching math all day

pause to see the warp and weft

preparing to bloom

I feel the evening

catching the little white moths

you — your silhouette

I saw the sunrise

rupture with flight and chorus

of life around you

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