Debt

Nature's free

we quip

facetiously

unaware

or uncaring

that Nature

waits

for payment

in kind

in silence

in humility

in joy

that can only be expressed

in tears

and a leaping heart

We are in debt

and the interest could be

our own

destruction

Transparent

I close
my worry eye
the eye that sees
only danger
and defeat
and
open
my transparent eye*
the eye that 
rests
in clouds
and clouds of leaves
that sees sky
grass
birdsong
fragrance
light
hope
peace


*what?

Being

Every cloud

every leaf

every ripple

whispers

be still

Cloud Dreams again

Who poured 

these grays

and silver blues

What hand stirred

and tilted

swirled

and

dabbed

leaving behind

this artful

horizon?