the clouds are breathing
a gold line is growing.

the clouds are breathing
a gold line is growing.

drop from the sky
down my leg
to where my toe meets the river.

outline to find

that one gold line swirls in one direction
for half of it’s existence.

gold light will tell you where the line is.
colored pencil and newsprint
greyed lense
moon glow
one star.
white and blue pencil on cardstock
small nose, giant hug

above the fire
we build.

submarine in meditation

three fingers say come here
octopus belly
