All at once I can
focus and see the
fields of wildflowers,
purple, yellow, white
pink they clean my
eyes
the wind cleans my
wet eyes
the river said come
close, come close to
me, we will fix
ourselves, we will
fix each other
the turtle eggs
falling from the white
daisies
running side by
side with a kayaker in
red boat
out of the trail
to the garbage man
peeing in front of
his truck