thoughts from may

small things

it's the pebble in the shoe, ripple in the pond if you want to 

call it the butterfly wing that causes the cyclone, fine.

how to possibly extricate the effect of a smile, a touch, the

smallest pause here that ends up saving a life in tokyo--

who can say?

or the spilled coffee in your rushed morning that means a couple

in montreal meets and falls in love because you were late.

this pebble smoothed into a living stone or a gem.

the ripple becoming a wave to catch just beyond the horizon of

what is possible--in the realm of what might

be

northern lights

things you go all the way 

to see elude you only

to show up when

you have stopped looking

when you are paying bills

instead of attention 

greenhouse of dreams

i want to garden with my parents again

taking my job seriously as i did then; small hands

pressing seeds into pods alongside theirs

--ls 2024