Beverly Acuff Momoi
Late winter and I am leaning into my life, leaning to catch a glimpse of that flat blue line, to see just how far sea and sky extend.
look again a cloud blossoms out of thin air
In Tohoku, the camellias have bloomed, a sudden shock of red and white. At the shrine, the camphor tree's gnarled roots reach for new saplings.
bare branches then a blaze of green reframing everything