letting go of all words, unkind
just as one leaves
another weaves in
with nimble branches
threaded through the needle
and no thimble to protect.

wisdom is within
answers in plain sight
why then like cupid
was i painted blind?

i wish to see the unseen
to know what i seek
but my vision turned outward
keeps me unclean
my fingernails dirtied
by digging to unbury
roots of dancing leaves
on nimble branches
swaying toward every whim