by Nolan Wolfe


We crash, crackle, change
Burst into and out of.
To look up and see, blue-gold
intertwined, threefold trees, white
Clouds swept, thy soul
Is like a river, unafraid
Of becoming the sea, it
Flows. I sit, move, run.
Fall for all, lost in all.
A colossal wreck,
Hatching out of self,
Sights to see, heart to heart,
Through time, flowers wake.
A fall, caught in the eye.

Thumbnail image by Amelia Stanford.