I found photos of mummy bees.
Walking,
I gaze at
cypresses.
Sometimes, when I pass these trees,
I am tempted to reach into the skies as they do.
I grow older, shift my thoughts.
Krishnamurti rejoiced in his blank mind,
easily learned languages.
I follow a lizard tail peeking from under my terrace rail.
Cauda-de-andorinha (Papilio machaon),
Large and yellow
appears in the high blue sky
near the white crescent moon.
The studio is a room of ships,
of moments afloat.
My mind is a harbor,
full of departures and arrivals.you keep working
at looking
you keep working
at seeing
