Sky Bridge

the light carries sensed things

into wordless thought

people say

“listen”

to the air flowing in and out

we inhale and slowly understand

(though wingless)

we live in the sky

we are made of sky

Mud Memories

up to our ankles in mud

bending down or kneeling

staying focused on seeds,

manure, the dripping rain.

with insight into

the web of life

we discover

solitude,

a jolt of beauty, 

and silence.