I wake to engines—
inside, my brain fog clears up,
outside it descends.
Fog
Dance
A dance of shadows:
emeralds in the ceiling
lighting up the room.
Bridge
Though we build bridges
often we fall a bit short—
in concrete and life.
Shine
Afternoon sunlight
fades into the horizon—
ocean rocks shine bright.
Flowers
Freshly flowers bloom:
vibrant whites and perfect pinks
and tiny black ants.
The Chaos Within 