Did the sea recognize the cloud
As its own face, but without the scorn?

Nearing the crest was the hardest.
I recall viewing it from far away
as if it were only a simple prospect
& not a hard fast guarantee

such a common thing.
happens to everybody,
at least once a day.

there you are, on the night leaves,
shining dark green under the moon,
gentle

what’s laughter but the zenith of kindess