You are on your way

You linger as the road splits

Where I will find you

 There is nothing still

Everything spins and vibrates

Everywhere flowing

She is full with child

Hoping for indication

Then she feels it turn

Anticipation

 The green grasshopper at rest

Just before the jump

 In fruiting season

As abundance drops from trees

Poets search like theives

Here’s what gives me hope

 I’m encouraged by small things

A seed - dew - the stars

A faithful old man

He will never know the fruit

Yet he plants the tree

 An Asian proverb

The best time to plant a tree

Twenty years ago

 It knows what we see

It devours our attention 

We have now been hacked