Is the center truly difficult to find?

Is is easy to stay within?  

Close your eyes.

 Open your eyes. What do you see?

Blinking is good for clarity. Have your connected with your inner-cat?

Sometimes it's difficult to see

where a love of figs will lead.    

 

Her favorite colors, you ask?

Blue, yellow, red.  Colorful.  Bold, of course.  

Today's adventure began as a dream

 of an iris sailing to a new land.  There you have it.  

The simple always holds story

is a landscape worthy of remembering.  Worthy of passing on. Worthy of stirring up a creative spirit. A simple trinity:  story, spoon, spirit/  

Celestial rocks

 What better way to honor a friend, especially if she had a love of blue. Of yellow.  Of red.  

Boundaries and the letters they create.

From the perspective of inquisitive feet, lots of "l's" as in love to walk.  

 

When petals become spoons.

 Perhaps, she meant to say "paper spoons."  And what use would paper spoons be to encroaching night?  

This place has been set just for you

       

and you know why.   Come, feast.  Figs are on the menu.  The conversation will be lively silence.

How a blender recognizes

 Gaspacho.  What a relieve as summer has been a hot soup.  

This is how a poem sees

 itself as always part of nature.  Nature, as in, its fullest spectrum of gestures & possibilities.