Sun rises misty misty lighting
up concrete and brick
and steel veins
and blood
flows
I
know
I don't want
to ride this arterial
tide I want us to be spat
out like watermelon seeds
tag-a-long together
down a water-
slide
-SPLASH-
into
an
ocean
that floats
a boat that's
never touched
water and untroubled
watch the sun rise
over mountains
and flicker
through
bare
branches
all of us miracles
witnessing miracles
suspended between
earth and sky
pinwheels
that
owe nothing
to bill collectors
and everything to
one another and the
sea and the rising sun
and so let go (they said)
of The World and so I
let go of the world
and hold on to
everything
else
as
we ride
an internal
tide generated
by an infinite wheel
a star by day by day
concealed in between
ancient gazes and ancient
knowledge spinning out
like yarn reeling in
to catch rushing
rays and fish
and all
holy
and
sacred
things and
together with
one another we drive
and are driven to the sea
to the shore to see to be one
and the same to follow the
path that changes as
we follow the path
along
the
unending
weaving woven
from breath and earth
and sky alive living free
and freed once more
and always together.
April 14, 2026
