dreams I share of hiking

in the woods,

surrounded by oak trees

arcs of sunlight

paths of fallen leaves,

pebbles to amuse me.

isolated, protected by

human generosity.

they donate their vowels,

contribute imagination,

build mandalas of grape vines,

find hidden clues that I believe

are you explaining why we are

separate, not green, not well.

just mazes of eternity, shaded,

circles of the abandoned life.