Banana leaves out the window they drop the same drops of rain as the pines and canyon oak. I want to take a hammock around the world sleeping and dreaming with the oaks and jungle canopies and wet the canvas behind waterfall gates.
Pink Floyd and the prism of light. Triangle Majesty my muse in adventure. I shout from the belly in these moments where safety runs through my veins and wild is home and I am home I am home in Maui and Shasta and The Trinity Alps. In rivers and valleys and ridges. DNA scattered amongst the leaves.