everything there is
When the sky opens,
it draws all the light up from the green.
On either side of the gray road
the fields spread like wings.
The yellow line unfurls in my rearview
with no margin for error.
I let go the need to speak,
let go the question
and the many-petaled answer.
The bees are at the barn wall,
with a buzz and a clatter.
The rose I breathed on my way out
remembers everything.
