between raindrops;
watching them slide
on each side;
sitting in the curve
of the spine,
where the sacrum
looks up to align the pit
of its fruit,
and the stem,
jiggles,
the tree
spoking the branches
of mind -
Glowful
and dissipates
opening the valley
and the hills
on the other side -
trees graze there -
sheep caught motionless
like lives,
watched,
in time -
Gate Full
no shoulds
only a spread, like bamboo
weaving light
on the tips
of its leaves -
the hollow stems tap darkness,
open
and breathe -
the spoon of the bill
bends down, is full, the sea feels
the lifting, and drips.