Walking Tree

I asked my granddaughter "Who is that?"

She said, "That's a tree."

"What are those in its branches?"

"They're caccoons. You can see, the caterpillar is still in one of them. The other one is opened the butterfly has hatched."

Then pointing to the one on the right,

"In this one the caterpillar is still changing. And the tree has feet like a bird."

watermarks

sweltering -

part of me is rising

to the clouds

moss and ferns

in the great forest I

pause

cleaning the pool

I leave the wasp

to drown

fog forever

as I cross the field gulls

begin to squabble

steamy windows

in the cafe we share

each others breath