As evening approaches
the scent of the tangerine
from breakfast
starts to make its way into the sky
she grabbed it at breakfast two days ago
thinking she’d want it later
she kept it
in the spirit of we’ll see what happens


Looking at the three giant trees
huddled close by yet standing
each emerging on their own
the wind whispers, that isn’t just one tree
underneath the roots flow together
and what you see as three is really one

Three Tress One

In the sky she sees the bright one
north star
it knows its place
she wants to feel confident in her place
she wants to be curious


The feeling deepens
it lingers exactly
like the scent of a stargazer
in the moment of the opening


The butterfly opens her right wing, then her left
for the first time
but in her imagination, she has done this movement always