Today color found me first. From a quicksilver of coyote and crow, the baby blue light whispers, it's a good place - splash down, start here. Something wants to be busy as I breathe in ribbons of dawn, listen to rain's heartbeat. It's a day littered with mustard seeds, launching vast synergies of proper magic - so green, so sturdy. I fall in love with the thin vines that trellis a west window, teeming with jade hearts and moon flowers, their alabaster fingers fan into hands like poems. I reciprocate, palm to palm, until miracles volley between us, ricochet with simple grace. Kismet brings me to this worship place. Today color swells with surges, rings my ankles, begs - wade in, swim the ruddy broth, glissade this liquid skin, pump invisible tides with feathered arms across saffron pollen and pink song. Here is a rowdy child, all set to play beneath Pendleton blankets and ladder-back chairs. She bangs pots o
Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.