lucky clover

clover bed under my feet

i rest, not asleep




an ant is on the move

a dove

a cicada

the breath of a pine

gentle caress of the wind

tiny insect traversing the blade of grass

i think

lucky i am to experience qi

human-animals have not yet transformed

parasite to fruitful soil

presently i rest

i retain hope of reconciliation

select human-animals fight

water protectors

fight for qi

human-animals must fight the problems we create

live for qi

i feel the exhale of my friend pine

i am now deep in mystical sleep