All Work

She bursts forth in colors, inspiring purples, pinks, yellows in hues and flowers, petal-soft, open in their own inimitable time before the ripening juicy sweetness of fruits hang heavy then thud drop or are plucked greedily off the branch and long before abandoned fruits fall apart, wormed and disintegrating, skin split and seeds spread to their windy flight and earthy home- coming and the long hibernating journey through the cold dark of winter.

I stand at the edge of the south end lake Where the coy Koi are koi-ing Through the green leafy hydrophytes. They rise near the surface Flashing golden orange Where the noontime sunlight With reflections all around Dance in a quantum field Of earth, air, water and… Whatever else floats along And joins the cosmic band, Joins the coy Koi koi-ing joy As though Escher’s and Pollack’s souls Are cocreating in the Now A living ever-moving art. 3 worlds splatter and land Thrown at ra