Light-Seeking Missives

Airborne ambient piezoelectric
backyard mindfulness bells
rising falling
crescendo fade.

The impossibly winged buzz
of hummingbirds approaching
receding rising diving
straight down
blazing tiny kamikazes
pull out at the last
possible moment
like that time when I was
decades younger and more foolish
with my girlfriend
when her parents were
unexpectedly away
for the weekend,
but I’m not
going to talk about that
here,
so you can relax.

Suffice it to say that
love appears in many forms,
goes beyond them all,
falls into a single
confluence of histories,
cascades over the same one
waterfall of grace that feeds
each man woman and child.

A leaf of clover
breaks through dark tar
at road’s end,
cracks it
from below.

In an instant,
it’s bright for the first time
on a single stretch of new green,
blue-sky nude and warm,
baptized by a breeze.