Bloom the Earth

Reflecting on the repetitions, those
Carried spaces in between the
Constancies of
Light and dark,
Effort and repose,
Interstitial possibilities of
Joy and despair thrive lucid,
Calling me.

Years float thru as my toehold
Slips in one world to become
Tenacious in some other.
I enter and fade through time.

Watching love and beauty
Shapeshift as roses
Die on winter canes,
Stillness becomes motion.
Refusing to give up, I am
Breathing into dream.