scribbled in cement. There the sun
sparks a jewel in my crown--
illuminating my subtle bodies.
I want you to see
the sun at our crowns, reflected
down into our hearts, that light
shining from one heart to another
as ten minutes pass or ten
thousand years, until
that we are as timeless as water,
blackberry brambles, quail grass.
Find a hole.
Blaze a new trail.