never trust someone selling a star shaped flower as if it’s a star
two vines, intertwined the squash, the morning glory sharing the same fence
when we see something in passing; in error we think we understand
upon reflection the picture’s a bit hazy if it did happen
the greatest power is in the imagining of what we don’t know
the path up ahead has the answers to questions i haven’t thought of
i wade in the sky breathing deep of the ocean and wake upside down
only in stillness can we find the conditions for true reflection
the flower opens when it is ready, and not a minute before
the storm cloud has passed but we still check the forecast before heading out
uptown jack 