Not yet and maybe not ever.

Not yet and maybe not ever.

I missed Kora today.

As the leaf turns

The greener side inclines

Toward the sun

Cherry blossom blooms

More each day

Filling the window

A passionate landscape

So closely set

Bees are bountiful

Already this year

Nothing stirs

Beyond the boundary

Of imagination

And the body sings

A flutter of a butterfly

Matched

By the mechanics

Of digestion

The rumble of internal

Wrangles

The gurgle

Of dyspeptic offerings

The whirr of a discordant

Helicopter

In and out of the Nimbus

Vertical stratus

Disappear, reappear

Strident as tinnitus

Masking the sound

Of a dripping tap

Each drop has its own place

A disordered melody

A new world symphony

Tipping the balance

Of one

Proves a critical mass

Is just enough,

To be alone

Is not to be lonely

A stateless mind

In need of a reset

Press the button

Watch as the world unfurls

In real time.