TRIVIALITIES, DETAILS, LOVE

The scent of spring blasts the mind

out of trivialities, through details

and into love.

The breathing from each nostril

is sweet, distinct,

playful.

Muscles running back of neck to jaw

are tight as trivialities

till spring breeze hits the face.

A single strand of spiderweb flies out

from the tree like hair

of your beloved.

Late afternoon the simian branches

witness love: 

blue jay harassing crow –

old pals –

accidental Zen masters inventing

enlightenment.

“Ultimately, the only techniques that can help us

are those we invent

ourselves.”

5/15/20