In the brightness of the morning.
There is an elluminious light.
Shining for me and shining for you.

There's freedom in doing what we want
Do I want it?

What happens to a flower left unpicked?


Can it feel?
Like a person does when left out?
Or is it unaware-
Like a confused child
Does it feel its neighbors absence?
Or just go on with life-
Like it doesn’t care


Maybe it just sways
Like the trees in the wind


Or does it feel?

when was the last time

you sat beneath the stars
and took your place
at the table
of the infinite?

when was the last time

you sat beside a river
whitecapped
and roaring
with snow melt
and spring rain?

when was the last time

you walked in the forest
the only sounds
your footsteps
and breathing?

when was the last time

you let silence seep in
and clean you?

Seagull days
Ocean sprays
Blue-green sea
Glowing me
Crystal skies
Bright in eyes
Cheeks red
Hat on head
Toes in sand
Sunny tan
Cool breeze
Exhale, breathe
“Ah” I sigh