This day is an island.
Twirl and in all directions
you’ll see blue sky.

The air weighs less
than a lily’s breath
and bustles with bluebirds.

Weeds and crops
hang the past out to dry
then sprint to new records.

Flames of lantana
warm the puzzle of twigs
the wrens are solving.

On calmed creek’s banks
elderberry blooms dance
a finale with tutued clouds.
The sun’s overstuffed
trunk of warmth
will be packed up

tight by evening
strapped with thunderclaps
for the cruise home.