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.