Some farmers with their creaking machinery moving slowly across a field.
Some geese. The sun rising somewhere on some unripe peaches. I wander
the labyrinth of that orchard. The foxes creep out of their dens to peek at me.
Even my high heels are green.
Such love, and such music, it’s a wonder Jesus doesn’t make me spend every
waking hour on my knees.
We’ve traveled here from a distant planet to teach you how to be a human
Even the paper cup in my hand has learned to breathe. And each note is a
beautiful, ancient kingdom precariously balanced at the edge of a cliff above