Millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time,
burying regressed evolutions and recycled tin can trauma
In lapse, I forgot about the sun and the moon
and chills on a pillow-y cloud,
the nested bunnies, cozy and dormant,
and discarded rotten tomatoes,
a bushel in a heap, as feed for desperate flies,
eating fruits of some other labour
On a chariot of rusted steel,
(that click clack chain)
I found a place and fell asleep under a shady willow
Awoke from ultra-violet sun sparkles
dancing through whispering leaves,
placing this right-hand in that right-hand that
smooths over tired brows and cups dozy dreamy eyes
Resting heavy heads on soft hearts,
gently rising and falling,
inhaling and exhaling breath that

                                             O
      F                                                     a
                            L
                                 ­                                                 t               ­            S

like seeds of a cattail, dispersing and grounding
in perfect circle...
perpetual motion...
symbiosis...
the only truth that is
Present
Out from under the shaded canopy,
we race down to the beach and under the pier,
with splashy waves and guarding gulls
where we can laugh and dream in the
millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time