


opportunistic
robin plays bath splashing in
puddles of fresh rain
a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things



opportunistic
robin plays bath splashing in
puddles of fresh rain
Feet pull me out the door
And wind runs fingers
through my hair
It’s familiar:
this soft, electric air
between the storms
Damp earth sinks beneath me
I fall into lush moss
and vibrant greens
alive with rain
I see myself here
reflected back
by tree roots
and budding leaves
There is family here
in heavy water drops
and curious bird eyes
