Time and Cheshire Cats

Time is fluid,
Seeking its container,
Itself, assuming
All shapes --space,
Velocity, forever
And, of course, 
Imagination and us.

F=MxA* Revisited

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Wind rises.
Up puffs 
Fluff from
Dandelions.
Dispersal
Never stops,
Nor do thoughts
Grow only
To their tops.

Synodic Prograde

Our station, sunrise
To sunrise, in relation
To our star: right now
We are in eastward motion--
All our land and ocean.
Right now we are
Fusing a billion tons
Of hydrogen into
Helium every other
Second --our mother,
The sun,  mysterium
Tremendum, what we are,
Our star and what
We may become.

Event Horizon

Over leaves of 
Heaven, this 
Galaxy rises,
Opens her arms
And draws our
Moon, Earth,
This light and
Spark of birth,
Around a star--
This ark, on
Which we are.
We Are.

Seeking Time

Our spirits rest in
Trees, seeking time
Between heat, cold,
New, old --as autumn
Nears its end and
Earth, still our friend,
In cooler repose, hangs
Raindrops on a rose.

Following Fall

Following 
Fall blossoms--
Smaller, yet all---

Petal to petal,
Each slow inch,
Unfurled on a
Route around 
The world.
 

Darwin Dangling: Universal Pool Experience

Between fiery air
And fountain edge
We dangle our feet
From a pool ledge,
Where air and heat
Divide --a margin 
We decide is right,
Our eyes in the
Business of light
And our toes in
The promise of flight.