Release

in minute yellow fields

the sun is reflected

in tiny tufts of petals

where flora flatters

the solar sentiment

where bees visit to

make it possible

for each tiny sun

to explode into a

supernova of itself

to scatter the seed

to release the future

upon it's unknown self

to drift far off and away

from anything known

to remember the lost

to find what is new

and to trust the wind

Someday

there's no rush

the thumping 

between our hearts

is slow

but steady

we both stare

at the same sunsets

and spend eternities

in their fleeting minutes

we both look

in the mirror

and watch our bodies

react to the knowing

somehow shifting

with the wind

that aligns 

grains of sands

in the Sahara

there's no need

to vanquish the time

that is the distance

between us

we both hear

the echoes of each other

laughing with friends

and our whispers

we utter into the night

there's no race

to what is already ours

 

Gated community

I asked to 

enter your dreams

and for you

to open the gate

and you delivered

though I walked

through the valley

of slot machines

the significance of it 

being a dime machine

I won at was not lost on me

but the true win

was returning to our room

where I waited

but when you walked

through the door

and your eyes met mine

I didn't hold back

then the gate slammed shut

Cloud drifts

if a cloud chooses

to shed a piece

of itself

then a piece of it

drifted downward

in a motion slow and soft

floating through sunlight

and the fingertips of the trees

where spider silks glisten

lifting my hand to catch it

it elusively flowed through

my two inner fingers

not just once but twice

and descended towards

the freshly cut grass

to nestle between the blades

 

May view

the cool breeze

didn't break through

the solar embrace

while heavy clouds

drifted overhead

the sun filtered

by mulberry branches

returned to gaze

upon a hungry cottontail

grazing upon rampion leaves

and dandelion blossoms

but the bunny must have

longed for greener pastures

and passed through 

the gape at the foot of the gate

lit by the evening sun

18

you are the greatest

distraction in my life

you are the dancing

of the sunlight between

the boards of the fence

you are the movement

just out of view

at the corner of my eye

you are the star

that surrenders and

hurls itself though

the endless night sky

you are the touch

upon my bare skin

from an unseen source

you are the whisper

passing my shoulder

in an empty room

you are the greatest

chance I could ever take

and equally the chance

I never want to miss