the weather today is like a desert
with a breeze so soft it cuts through
nothing at all, circumventing the outline of
leaves and blurring shadows
it is like your laugh
allowing me into a moment of clarity
09/23/2021, for bryan
passing blurred trees
on a phone line hangs a branch
completely disconnected
above a pink sun
held up
like a necklace
its leaves reaching downward
and below
a hissing in the wind
summer in the winter
it bridges the past and the present
proving to you
that life is sweet because you remember it
like a puzzle piece fitting
like loving something to pieces
and in the feeling of being reminded,
like this and like the edge of everything,
a person becomes transparent
like the foliage of passing trees.
09/2022
it must have been the weather that day
like a leaf caught in cement
the owl feather in the distance
in blades of grass
and as an instant
forever
asleep to the sound of cicadas
rain of floods
and cool of rain
the sun cannot refrain
from casting light through the leaves
so that we can espy a shape and miss it
we will eventually walk away from everything
like a glimmer caught passing through rain
the blank spots in our memory look out into
our understanding
a moment that makes us unaware of all things
luring like the flight path of birds
we are turned by light
lightning strikes today on a distant shore
and the leaves turn upwards towards the sun
like our soul flees
at times
easier
at times
permutations
mean life is meant to be blurred
forgotten
remembered incorrectly
felt specifically
through You
like song birds that sound familiar
relentless
sound, an ability
some abilities are only given to certain
creatures
like the ability to shed feathers
and leave them behind
in the desert we have no trees
in the soul, too
we have nothing
we really want to,
but we might not for some time
be
found
09/2023
it is a gift to see birds in flight
revealed
suddenly
and all at once
this is how we are known to each other
we notice the change in the leaves
manifestations,
faculties of bodies of peace
the weight of raindrops spin each leaf
a color one day, another color the next
I want to be here as You turn the leaves
and drink tea as the light shines
10/2024
nothing that beautiful lasts, but in sequence it echos itself
oil on linen, November 2024
the green leaves and pink petals teach us something about letting go
renouncement
to be reduced to water
entirely
a peace that passes all understanding
the clear voice of water says,
it is something you do not see for a long time
but when it arrives
it does not stop
nothing is more receptive than the air
nothing is more radiant than the air
the world is created in real time
watered in grace
Your new image of me is
often shadow
8/28/2025
the weather today is like a desert
with a breeze so soft it cuts through
nothing at all, circumventing the outline of
leaves and blurring shadows
it is like your laugh
allowing me into a moment of clarity
09/23/2021, for bryan
passing blurred trees
on a phone line hangs a branch
completely disconnected
above a pink sun
held up
like a necklace
its leaves reaching downward
and below
a hissing in the wind
summer in the winter
it bridges the past and the present
proving to you
that life is sweet because you remember it
like a puzzle piece fitting
like loving something to pieces
and in the feeling of being reminded,
like this and like the edge of everything,
a person becomes transparent
like the foliage of passing trees.
09/2022
it must have been the weather that day
like a leaf caught in cement
the owl feather in the distance
in blades of grass
and as an instant
forever
asleep to the sound of cicadas
rain of floods
and cool of rain
the sun cannot refrain
from casting light through the leaves
so that we can espy a shape and miss it
we will eventually walk away from everything
like a glimmer caught passing through rain
the blank spots in our memory look out into
our understanding
a moment that makes us unaware of all things
luring like the flight path of birds
we are turned by light
lightning strikes today on a distant shore
and the leaves turn upwards towards the sun
like our soul flees
at times
easier
at times
permutations
mean life is meant to be blurred
forgotten
remembered incorrectly
felt specifically
through You
like song birds that sound familiar
relentless
sound, an ability
some abilities are only given to certain
creatures
like the ability to shed feathers
and leave them behind
in the desert we have no trees
in the soul, too
we have nothing
we really want to,
but we might not for some time
be
found
09/2023
it is a gift to see birds in flight
revealed
suddenly
and all at once
this is how we are known to each other
we notice the change in the leaves
manifestations,
faculties of bodies of peace
the weight of raindrops spin each leaf
a color one day, another color the next
I want to be here as You turn the leaves
and drink tea as the light shines
10/2024
nothing that beautiful lasts, but in sequence it echos itself
oil on linen, November 2024
the green leaves and pink petals teach us something about letting go
renouncement
to be reduced to water
entirely
a peace that passes all understanding
the clear voice of water says,
it is something you do not see for a long time
but when it arrives
it does not stop
nothing is more receptive than the air
nothing is more radiant than the air
the world is created in real time
watered in grace
Your new image of me is
often shadow
8/28/2025