Homes grow like sunflowers
Rain in mountain clouds gathering to make rivers
shows us how pressure builds,
drops.Our minds are clouds
that darken.Stormy woods.
We are mirrors holding up the sky. You are watching,
you are holding me.Inside is a wolf running across the ice.
We are made of water,
blue is
see through. Concepts drag us down.My life’s work was a confusing dream.
I cannot know more than myself,
meaning all of it.The day I saw you
I woke up.