Rumbling low like a wave or an earthquake I feel you come into my mind. You enter like a red door. A long wisp of smoke. I let you wash over me As I try not to Drown Or fumble Or burn. I want to knock On that door. But I don’t.
Life moves laterally it’s shadow elongates to subtract then rises in breath like bread. wind on wind except with rain. wet leaves open with spring each slap the earth buds burst through soil. Unearthed jewels. Bright alchemy. Tender in their innocence. When the flower is still wet from the rain.