Mother Song Moon

settled in the round spot here

natural

as a summer seed

pairs of we synching ourselves

nameless with warm urge

to fledge in day blue expanse

a sensation on the inside looking out

the light on the palm serrated

slivered articulate as a song

melodious proximity

wind bends water

toward lower shades

an out looking inside for feeling

the flowers low & yellow

on the tilted curve

the wind mother kissing

mother touching

the sleeping back

formlessness

surveyed at the pinnacle

appears as a gray-green nest

gentle as a rainbow

returned to star

fleet as a thought

woven of cosmic leavings

empty-full

mother presence at the threshold