Whence
I stare
at water
the way it moves
or doesn’t
but can
like liquid in a kettle
or a bath
I stare
at fire
the way it starts off
like a blink
on a cake
and ends up spitting out sparks
grilling trees
into char
one section at a time
‘til there’s nothing left
but ash
I stare
at clouds
until they make sense
and then pull apart
like cotton candy
at a fair
sometimes they just sit there
like a marshmallow in hot chocolate
slowly melding
I stare
at snow
how it covers everything it touches
then disappears
like the rain
I stare
at the wind
even though I can’t see it
I feel it
running through my hair
or barely breathing
against my cheek
it can make a Monarch butterfly
miss its flight
to Mexico
and carry a kid’s balloon
so far off
it becomes
a tear
falling
from Heaven
TL