stretching into the earth and sky
reaching for the truth
where is fulfillment found
if I don't see the end of growth

fruit not yet sprouted
but the one born has learned to talk

crying out for more
of everything
and everything expands into more

like the days transformed into years
I sit and contemplate those
moments of peace
earth disheveled not shoveled
porous
and air comes through and through

making living a point
of how to give some to you