Yellow cornflowers
Against the blueish
hue of another day
Desaturating into
Night
And the skies are wide
And the wind is full
Of living noise;
Branches and birds
And grass and cars
And seconds and seconds
Of overlapping lives
Existing Together
For the smallest Place
Inside a moment
And that connection
Is why we are never
Really alone-
It`s what are has always
Tried to tell us:
We are part of something bigger
And we are a bigger part
Of something
Than we realize.