Parading

it wasn’t skill or hard work or guessing the right name,

but he hoped the quantum would vanish.

Let your life lightly dance on the verge of Time like a dew on the tip of a leaf.

So if there is a journey pray that it be long

I come into the peace of wild things

Consider Tanguy whose lunar responses to childhood

Like incense comes to me

I was a god in that body.

Perhaps I made those flowers in my head,