I walk the decaying alleys in the park
when the morning is still a promise
to catch the wild leap of the sun
the hopping fervour of the light on water
the ho'oponopono of the photons escaped
from a crushing core
when it’s cloudy I just imagine it there
a light looking for its unbound play
we don’t truly know what the water is doing with the light
we only know the quiet beauty of their meeting
to look closely is to realise how little we actually see
and how much more is gathered here waiting
both below the surface of our lives
and far above the reach of our names
we are naming the skin of things
there is more than the surface the ripple the sheen -
a vast breathing passing unseen