The light hit the tree to look at the tree
To look at itself reflected into it
The light looked at itself as not the
Carrier of contact
But of the affectionately lit
Puppy resting in the fallen jacaranda
Watching for the moving
Ants ants ants ants. Closed eye pups
Activating energy in the wind of the tree
Sitting on a sparkle
Sparkle is never singular
Shadow dripped a tree, a house
Purple is playing with the puppy
I am dirt playing with the wind
And the holes made by the wind
Forming an entrance to designate
Being around me in my envelope
Who is this shape
Promising to be with mine forever
2 shapes can promise for all those other shapes
Genesis barks and cries for
Everything that looks like them
I’m one of you we’re matching
They are crying out the window
For others to agree or to acknowledge
To find the multiple sparkles
Of him
Connecting
At least
Here and there