Poetry lies intermingled
Tangled recognition, interpretation
Drawn meaning like syringe
Conceptual life,
Intellectual dream.

Walking, swimming, fighting,
Forest branches weaving
Filling air, with wooden breath
Growing standing
Still and strong

Wise beards ferns green
Brown coffee time and maturity
Professor, interpreter
Language ciphening
Hourglass ideas.

Sifting sorting exalting dropping
Sliding through grasps of
Clasps of minds.
Grip and resignation
Trains and tracks
Lay directing paths for feet
That fly and touch not ground nor map

Atmosphere, time, space
Wind, water, sand
Scrunched paper words
Crushed branches pasted ingrained
Elements

Nature is poet
Words in the sky that fills our lungs
Breathing as filtered light –
We become,

Complete.

New
and probing inquires
the morning hand of purpose
undiscovered
to unfurl the next day
from curling leaf hid
in tight green
we
         turning
         gninrut
         turning
spin a perfect helix
to catch breath
in a web
of
                     light and eyes
the blue and wide
restless as tide
swift as dawn
yet
fragile as the quiet