Things and Ideas

Rather,
it is the possessor who is possessed
in the possessing.

Your slumber's steady-slow breath
the subtle arc of your back
those straying strands of hair
somehow explain everything.

Sudden spring air--
a snowfall
of dogwood petals.

Spidersilk, slight strands
wind-combed-straight
across the tips of grass,
seen only in the slanting light
of this setting sun.