minimalism.
mnmlsm.
mmm.
mm.
m.
.

re
imagine
me
in
a
field
of
blue

wind upon wax wing
climb cloud up and down

above

the hedgerows the meadows the strands the things
we do not yet know the music to

until the sun whispers
it is time

and
marks
my
cascade
into
the
hands
of
the
sea

she    loves the sound of rain   she   sleeps until noon   she   kisses with her eyes open   she   sits in the corner   she   does not drink   she wades into the river   she   does not eat   she   is addicted to sadness
shehidesincrowds   she  is one of seven children   she   loves tequila   she  gathers ghosts   she   is her own worst enemy   she   cannot have children  she  applies her make up on the subway   she   attends sunday mass   she   is terrified of hospitals   she   has never seen a dead body   she   sings in the shower   she   lights candles   she   does not know how to swim   she   is angry with god   she   never has money   she   trusts no one   she   places flowers in the vase   she   makes excuses   she   collects lladro   she   died in
her sleep   she   speaks three languages   she   has a laugh like sunshine   she   loves children   she   was *****   she   studied chemical engineering   she   wants to be a dolphin   she   staggers with the weight of loneliness   she   reads shakespeare   she   smokes when she is drunk   she   cries in the dark   she   has a small tattoo of a seahorse on her shoulder

sun moon sky mountain glacier snow tree

havenowordsfor

time silence sorrow distance loss soul assembly

that we were not
for one more day

thus runs
the world away

the sky the sea
inside               inside
you                              you
corners                                 circles
of                                             of
the deepest                                              the deepest
blue                                                           green
at night                                                    at night
stars                                                stars
dance                                   bell
from dark                     then blink
strings             unseen
and spark and sink

this light        this warmth
now resting                        now wrapped
between us                                          around us
will one day                       will one day
flare and fade       ember into ashes

(thebreathwegivethebreathwetake)

and so
runs the circle of the sun
and so
weaves the color of each season
and so
coins the full white of the moon

and we too shall
spin
and we too shall
wheel
and we too shall
vibrate alive

)inloveinloveinloveinlove(

tree
to         to
tree
to        to
tree

w in d fl ic ked and sp in ni ng

along the canals to register just the slightest

in
ci
si
on
up
on

the surface of the water

m m
o o
m t
e i
n o
t n

to    to
gold            ghost
along                    alone

dead leaves are wind kicked
that dry scrape of loneliness
i will wait for you