(Laws of Nature)

Somehow in the dark

when sleep fails

thoughts drift through the night

on autopilot.

And there you are. 

Standing in the sunshine

that breaks through the green

smiling, in the forest

at me. 

I

-- who in true form,

mud streaked face and mussed hair

look up at you,

with the deadly intoxicating scent of cyanide,

(Amaretto)

floating up  from cupped  hands

hands in which I offer you

just one of the secrets of the forest

I so love. 

And then you’re gone.

Whipped away by the sounds of the city, sleeping—

sirens pealing through the night

A reminder of the spontaneous nature of chaos.

Chaos, through which all things are formed, destroyed, reformed. 

Order only returned with energy, work- manifested in countless ways.

Sleep comes as the mind, assured that these laws of nature hold true

releases the last image of you--

smiling, in the forest

at me.