I find you
In all the spaces
Between electronic humming and insanity
I slow down and take notice of…
Those things others may miss
For their rushing
Like fluttering leaves
Conducting their own symphony
With wind as their instrument
And the downy woodpecker
Tapping aspen in my sister’s backyard
Delighting us with his bright red nape.
Baby blue rays perfectly slanted
Pouring out of heavenly holes
Compelling me to soar up to heaven
To be with my great God and the angels.
Splayed branches now bare of their clothes…
Pushing, pointing, directing my attention
Ever up, upwards pushing up to the sky
As luminous brilliant pink orange cotton candy swirls
Inspire a recipe.
I can almost taste it,
Fluffy cloud sorbet
Citrusy, sweet, sour, tart, tangy
All at the same time.