Sun Salutation


Oh beauty, you are mine.

Sweet words on the wind,

The mistral divine.



Tree of Knowledge


She found herself by the river. Ancient story, not his but hers. She held onto the sky and tended branches, like gardens. She rested and time wandered restlessly, only pausing for passage. Her feet were rooted and mud-bound, slippered in slime.The river washed past and presented a future that mocked the moment. Still she held on to the edge.