what now?

seagulls ride the stormy wind
wings in ceaseless motion

in stillness, i become aware
that my mind is beating

a relentless wing against
a threatening sky

between two skies

the entire sky is reflected in a lake
always
once you see it, you can't unsee
suddenly you are between two skies
and not on solid ground

how delightful! how beautiful!
i peek over the edge of a precipice
rocks bordering water

i must remember this
for when i see your reflection in my heart
i long for solid ground

night time

a candlelight tea party
is taking place
under the pines
in the warm midsummer darkness

i am sick

at home sick for many days
i become more aware of how
often fear arises in my body

i remember with happiness
my days in the woods
and find joy in the anticipation
of returning

evening

little folded squares of white tissue
glowing against the dirt beside a log
along the path in among the trees

tear flowers

someone else was crying in the woods
today

anxiety

one cannot hold or catch the sudden and violent wind
rolling in before the storm

not your hands, not my hands

sadness

rain all night
i will still adventure today
solitary