Are you drifting downstream?
Are you part of a wave?
Are you the language of wind?
Are you a season? Are you July?
Are you the lace of a decade?
Are you emerging dappled by a canopy of ease?
Are you harmony between plucked strings?
Are you crossing the ocean on the back of a bee?
Are you glazed beside the river?
Are you tumbling through an old roof?
Are you a blanket of trust?
Are you a garden peppered with marigolds?
Are you the signal flashing in the valley?
Are you the cliff? Are you spreading your roots into sand?
Are you covering fruit with a sheet?
Are you leading me into the alpenglow?
Are you the dream of colors?
Are you home in the mouth of unknowing?
Are you a choir of fiddleheads?
Are you whitewater wearing down stones?
Are you propulsion? Are you a kingfisher nest?
Are you a village of steam?
Are you where sleep can find you?
Are you a foundation? Are you on a pier in the sound?
Are you outstretched for want of the truth?
Are you reflected? Are you the witness of morning?
Are you ushering fear through the wreckage?
Are you melting off a countertop?
Are you the probability of mutualism?
Are you finding a way through the dam?
