Nature
Opening
Cut through the boundary,
tear the rocks
let the light in,
the water through,
the world shine
Between
The moon hangs above,
the trees speak below
in the middle,
I stand
Crevice of Light
A hole in the world,
or,
a hole to the world?
Nest
They tell me,
to never rest.
But I want to,
build a nest
at sunset