Nameless

who is this that can’t keep still?

with my two hands, my cup moves--

my life, the breath in me gives rise

on its own, beyond my will.

there’s more than I can know, so I

imagine softest gasps of green,

that harmonize with autumn song

which sings, I know, from here to sea

and back around the mountain sky.

above cloud-dusted oaken crowns

a distant vision: a silver bridge.

here, leaves fall, released and free

the ease of light and gravity

deeper than the edge of life.

the river in my cup of tea,

set into unceasing flow, so I

trace the cycle of bloom to freeze

and paint a circle around this

imperfect, impermanent

nameless world.