the intersection
of tree
and sky,
the lines
they paint
across pale blue horizons
while two black specks of bird chase each other.
***
Truth,
expanding over snow-dipped houses–
it will never be found beneath my pen.
***
the earth knows things my mind cannot see.
***
but I can still sit back,
exhale,
and soak in the view:
a single, conscious moment in the universe.
February 6, 2016