These days I watch the pollinating bees
Sniffing the marigolds…

On this ground is your life
A purpose of the farthest kind…

It’s raining under the eaves
As I watch you cross the street…

that’s spilled wine on my skirt…

I don’t really know myself…

i crashed the car in the garage
had a night of revelry…

Sold everything I had to start over…

Supple earth with trees of life
A heritage of surrender…

I’m tiny in an endless ocean
And I sort of know where I’m heading
It’s some kind of a wedding
I swim, I tread, and I swim…