astro

you're in an especially favorable time to detect any way you might be under the spell of an eclipse, and then take dramatic steps to get out from under it.
amen

Little green things

 

Nose to nose with a carpet of moss

We pretend to be small

Making borrowers out of the clumsy and imperfect

Building a make-believe world in between

Squinting one eye

Than the other

The little monkey-flowers create a canopy

Above rusty soldiers marching shoulder to shoulder

We spend lunch building cropland

Using seeds for tomato plants and sticks for fences

Refusing to grow up

Living outside in

Eons and acres away

Alone in a forest of laundry

I feel the heat of mountain sun

Chill of silent shade

And rock damp beneath my fingers

The fairyland inches away

I wonder which world is real

How we get to be where and who we are

And wait to wake