fluttering by

sometimes for brief moments the world outside the window turns to brilliance.
Looking east, the rainbow


Looking west, the storm clouds


I've been stalking this flag for awhile now. It sits atop the museum, perhaps the most noble of our buildings.


god is what makes
the flowers turn their face
toward the sun


define the space between two flattened objects in a stream, see what it means to become part of an imagined flow, simulated by mind, aware of the parameters that make up the construct of a tangible place and the space we imagine we see, compresses to be the emptiness between egg and seed, the sudden instinctual need, was, then as suddenly wasn't, the emptiness between