by Mark Lario
Sometimes I see it as a straight line
drawn with a pencil and ruler
dissecting the circle of the world
or as a pollen-laden Bumblebee all yellow and black
clumsily navigating a pink-purple Clover.
Looking at the sun emerging from a cumulus,
sunbeams radiating and warming our hearts.
Perhaps it’s coneflowers generating their health-blessing flowers
or a sedum’s thick waxy cuticles defeating a hot July heat
We look out our window – a car’s or a castle’s
and see our gentle lives entwined.