Clarity

has a center. It's simply a matter of where you put it? Like, where did you leave your phone yesterday. The kindness of strangers is often the key and the keeper of clarity. The choice not always yours. Or mine. Perhaps, once a year, it's best to count the wooden spoons. But who among your closest friends would be interested in such a tally. Even though each tally has a center of clarity.

Gorgeous

As in the gorgeousness of water. And the alchemy of ink.

Paperness

If it isn't a word, paperness should be. The sound of paper being touched. Being used wisely. Being enjoyed as if royalty. If I were in the kitchen, I'd be thinking of garlic skins and how much paperness they possess. How much royalty they bring to a dish.

Percussion is never devoid of color

During the Pandemic, I have found my way home to jazz. Nourished by SF Jazz's Fridays @ 5. Sacred time. Full of color. Full of spirit. Much like walking is the way I find my way home. Same with cooking. Writing, a given.

Ethereal

and yet one could hold in one's hand. At least for a moment.

Bee as hovercraft on caffeine

Bees are among the most intensely intent beings I've encountered. Single-focused. Come to think of it, I know one or two follks who behave as hovercraft. = And what of the fried egg poppy? Well, she doesn't seem fazed at all.

The mountain has a conversation with clouds

and she is on level ground, left to marvel. Left to wonder.

Beauty in the desiccated

Grandeur in the petite leaf, in the curl and sweep of petal. Parched and exquisite as paper. As a colored pen or brush approaches paper. A knife slices a mango and then a tomato. The meal taken at dusk.

Flowering jasmine

Hypnotic and yet precise & delicate. With a tinge of anticipation. And then gratitude. Much like a well-eaten meal. A well-read poem.

In a different situation

this would be called honey. But "sap" is such a fine word, don't you think? To the point and almost graphic. By the way, when was the last time you used honey (and not in tea)? For me roasted Brussels sprouts with miso and honey. Not to be missed. P.S. I also love the word "sprouts." Right up there with "sap."

Sometimes seeing less than 1/2

and yet you get the entire picture. At least in your mind's eye. The mind's eye being so lush and often fanciful.

If you ever wondered

how sky sees a tree, now you know.