Acorns Already

pacing the glass room –
they see me and
I see them

more than light passes, you know?
the barrier existing

Heiden's Sonata
over and over lifting
and the beauty

always nearby

Acorns already –
the danger of it

remove the throne
and the two worlds meet
a benefactor to none

shimmering through the veil –
why do you keep hiding?
I fall apart

blue jay squawks
and the doctrine of summer

when moons swim in puddles
one could bury the creator
and the created

yet “Am” rises
through the soil

the cicadas prattle

to ignore
is to meet winter

it will all spill
if one allows

the allowance
the fall
the amicable yet misguided
turning away from this