Dips in the treeline at sunset
cause me to think of that…
…I wonder what love truly is.

Am I small like a flea;
beneath some strange cosmic sway?

Are my ‘creative’ thoughts but trick;
pedestrian and terrestrial to nature?

Things appear pasted
back from imagination
with subtle added meaning.

The anatomy of clouds
brings me back to that;
the aspect I always notice.

It’s like an arrangement of aroma
which is covered by exposure.

So much time is surrendered
to assemble an understanding of
this wonder.