1.
Orange marries mint
where the berries lie
on tile blue as night sky
before dreaming begins.
4.
If perfection exists,
might she don the disguise
of wild flowers in a little
glass on a rainy day?
8.
We know every exit
is an entrance elsewhere,
but we don’t know the where—
else how would mystery visit?
10.
We dwell all the way
to the horizon of our lives.
May the view from the sill
of our hearts be vast.
25.
Everywhere, beauty
shines her light—
unfurling petals,
greening leaves.
Even the shadows smile
at her bright excess.
28.
The constant fight with self—
who thinks she’s beyond
rest—is gladly lost
each time my soul
insists on a Sabbath,
& my body’s eyes
watch leaves grow
on page or tree,
& my spirit eyes
see all as new enough again
to return to—with
better work & world.