the mountain’s affection for the sunflower field
radical, abstract, abundant
folding laundry, looking at each other’s eyes
will my thinking illumine my world
or if you hear me
will it change yours?
the mountain leans to one side
children play in the shadows
birds follow the curve of light
I come to you
with my absurdities
walking on the beach
where children zigzagged
looking for seashells, messages
where we, once, were strangers.