Cathedral of Leaves

Cathedral of Leaves

Summer is here, and I don’t want to leave my porch.
Steeped in slow heat, I sit
                        and let my thoughts unspool,
                        watching the smoke from my burnt offerings
tell stories in the sunlight—

backlit leaves like stained glass windows.

A jay squawks and time stands still . . . 
I become nothing but breath.
During Plant Time, every minute is church
and the sermon is the best—
total silence.

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