Poetry
My friend Patrick tells me he’s going to have a forest bath in the tree shadows
with his cousin.
Recharging in nature ions
In radio frequency.
As I sit under a Palm Springs
Vapour trail sky
At the mercy
Of a Man made waterfall
Nearby.
My paradise
Reflected in a map
Convex Table magnifier
So I don’t cave inside.
Hummingbird friend perched on the same yucca
The Effortless wings
Curving outward
Slicing oblivion away.
The pools umbrellas are all closed
The chairs empty
Except for me
Hidden between the luxury of others destinies
Outdoor Pavilion in the shade
Structures
Shelterless on the
edge of escapism
We truly feel what we bring
In.
Eternally.
Bathing in moss and mist
poetry
2022