your heap of bouldersyour mouth is white and hunched,and the air is thick with mountains -- your brows are steep peaksi see stone hewn in your headthere is a landslide behind your teeth;i step -- beneath the rolling weight of climbing free and far
truth is an elsewhere place in this land of blind buildings driven deep into the earth, the alive ones have roots for eyes fastening freely in the heavens.
sea wedi wish to be wed at sea just above the deepthe air will be wet and swollenthe swells tall and gentleyou and i sway together with every dip and rollour vows on a crest, consecratingwe are wrapped in wind and water tasting salt and lightthe heavens open over the wide deep union of sky and sea
no more sorryi do not rue us,only our ragged spiral.please be happy now..
in (un)foldingthis thing about folding...there comes an unfolding( letters in summer words beneath stars restless limbs in sleep early morning light )there is a bringing together, tucking awayfor the coming apart, the motion of awakening( it is slow, thoughtful; quick, perfunctoryimprecise, unrealized but known )it is the subtle rhythm of all the things a stilling... then motion, alive
love is lightwe splashed our eyes with dawn--- we scattered the dark,we set free the l i g h twe sew bright truth into our fingertipswe leap into the world ---our battle cry is l o v e
when day unfurls,oh, happy bright child of the dawn:you shake the sleep from your shoulders ...quietly falls away with unfurling hues(you smile, and sip sweet dew displays)your limbs of light embrace the world golden fingers probing --scattering the deep(you laugh, and kiss each flowering face)but too soon, you slowly wave farewell, slip back on the sleep , curl up beneath the seayour light is silenced, once again;
the light, it spillsarise, and step into this dayb r e a t h e in the light...it pools in the pockets of your skin, seeps through the blood of your vessels, settles into the marrow of your bones;open your eyelids, wide, wider stilllet the sun shine o u t---it spills from the center of your eyes, streams from the tips of your fingers l i g h tyour
for you, July--a haikuathon.thirty-firsttall, serene, robust...firmly, sagely withstanding;ringed with historythirtiethasgusts of wind:gonetwenty-ninthWhat of you will outlast...you?twenty-eighthFrom my meager glimpse,i think youare dandy.twenty-seventhDear fellow Earthling,wear these well:shoes of love.twenty-sixthvoice carries:heartsingstwenty-fifthminddrift..there to heretwenty-fourthDo you like those you love..?twenty-thirdastopionalsign;twenty-secondcool fingersof morninglightly clasp my skintwenty-firststubborn asawalltwentiethi'mcreatinglovenineteenthilovecreatingeight
Sta.sh
your gallery. beautiful shots! 
