I am no different
than that tree
— but I can see
the waves of feeling
flow in timeless beat,
the sound of clapping
leaf turn
gold relief
while roothands hold to loverearth
as if there are no
others
But these I also see
Catalina Cherry
Lemonade Berry
Dana Point Buckwheat
so I am
incomplete again
salad tossed by wind
not in one
alone
like them,
keening.
The crows descend
like an equation
and I fly without thinking
to solve them
dissolving once again.
The world
so alien
runs from the strangeness
I am.
