The glint of cottonwood leaves
and helicopter seeds
spiraling down
like
the underbelly of the osprey
that circles above
above the Cedar river
above the moss laden and
bare maple crowns.
Rushing river.
Splunk of rocks.
We held each other.
I closed my eyes
to realize
everything is spinning
in some secret way.
And I’m wired to
not even notice.
Cottontail clouds
emerge beyond the treeline
move with the wind
and make abstract shapes
which my mind insists
is a dragon head.
Now my head is spinning
and my heart beats faster,
and I just want this moment
to last forever.
Leave a Reply