Curious effervesce
with each footfall’s descent,
plunging,
cascading,
ambling among time.
My soul travels far
beyond crested iris
and red-breasted sapsucker,
knocking foolishly
when the door
has already flung
wide open…
Welcoming all that is
blue sky and canyon live oak,
truth and fabrications,
my past and my present
unraveled within
the candor of outpouring
creation, and I am
reborn.
