the weighing of objects

the weight of thoughts

unstrung like dust in the moonlight

carrying on unbound

for chance at matter


to matter

to be


to wait

wayward we fly

past tall buildings of water

of living light

we know them

feel them

are them

but do not know them

as our own

we turn obligatory circles

whispers reach us

and we learn

Updated: Jan 20

amongst the ferns

we wicker and scare

yearning for the little finger


to pay us mind

our due

but overdue is our submission to grace

of abundance

our invitation to


the times of coming dawns