Poem for Marmara arbutiella

~ Marmara arbutiella ~

the waves you make

such beauty you create

unbeknownst to you

innately

from your life way

of crawling upon Madrone

carving under the thin skin

of upper epidermis

seeking home.

Makes me stop in my tracks

and track my way back

to slow breaths

as im brought to my knees

and into trance

just from a glance

of ephemeral treasure.

Something trivial to some

turned into

opportunity for few

for revelation

as you carve

new pathways

for deeper appreciation

of all that I see

and all that I never will.

Be still

and look around

lower your gaze

softly to the ground

there is eternal oases

of magic to be found.

Taylor Bright