Wander

A wild flower strewn in the woods endeavored my arrest

the season affect

and the prestigious counterweight of motherhood

took abreast a skylark

like a thought

imprinted in the ebony of chaos,

black, and white

a field

of hellos

a modicum of pale yellow light

and the powder of pollen

clinging to the wingtip of a be

made itself an icon

of impermanence

suspended 

half-wait

inside the catacombs of my mind

once

in awhile

i find you 

grasping

for 

steal blue ink cufflinks

avoiding the crowd and consequence

of reaching too far

but here we are

stillness left the moment floating

like the rapid beating wings of a hummingbird

interrupting the precision of your wants

the quiet sealed a passage from rest

we are one

and I didn't have to wander.