The rain, the wind, the sun, the light
if words not evoking precipitated distancing,
radiating erosions of boundaries

not if by a consciousness tempered
and yet by evocation condensing
walls of awareness embraced dissolving

I recall I can choose to let them cascade
let them trickle let them demand let them cloud, let them form judgements as forecasts

resulting in photosynthesis
of iterations of the same umbilicals
to shelter, shelter, a shelter: umbra

or let those I label, those I narrate
be out there be in here
be part of be joining: engulfing be coming

trickling storms transmit twinkles
dropping reflections, joints of air ‘n’ soil
knees of pain as calls to kneel and press on

I weather in wee wind rings of rain
together training shadows and rays of Sun
bathing a son from shadowy corners into reign

I inhabit:
I open positive space
I am heathen

                         —animasuri’24