Do you see?
Poetry
See that path the swallow upwards deftly took through those three tightly knit stars?
See the way the willow deeply drinks dark black rich earth so slowly comforting ancient longing sips?
Hear the hawk dive quickly earthen-bound as jasmines climb sweetly into pale night skies;
Feel the way rippled waves greet you as you push bow into oceans deep?
Know the one who lets you witness each as you are made for each one;
Build the table
Lay the brick
Stitch lives woven-wells
Show them you can see them entirely through shadowy narrows past iris horizons:
Hold hands softly together winking as ghouls crumble back into pixie dust;
Tilt the cup back slowly, don’t drink too fast you see, for the sun promises to crest each morning no matter how long dark wine lasts;
Scoop earthen clay pot clean, fingers gently bared spread, savoring sweetest honey, remember it is long past when the gold sage passed this way dropping olives every step;
Run the race swim each lap, one by one, and when the final sun does set, then and only then rest easily forever smiling beautiful one.
