The kaleidoscopic effect
Created by strong sunlight
Passing through moving clouds
Before falling onto half-closed eyes
Grants a certain pathway
Into our very own randomness
That dark spring night
Or was it the end of winter
Not though in any way cold
Nor with any edge on time
Other than sometimes there would be
The warmth of the liquor
The light of the moon
The languor of the love
The eternal senselessness
Of our presently being together
Yet senselessness only
From a new distance
From a meditation seat
In an opportunistic
Kaleidoscopic inducing garden
Actually senselessness
Might better be read
As intensely sensual
Bare skin, twisted together fingers
Eyes and lips eagerly awaiting
Such that the notes
Of the perfumes
Of the sands and the oceans
Reach out for the lavender balm
Pressed fresh from today’s garden
