we are waves
suffering
from the delusion
that we are the ocean
we are leaves
on an acacia tree
imagining
we are the forest
we are the toenails
of a lone elephant
scratching
songs for the herd
we are but fragments
of a moment
insubstantial, formless,
notes in the energy flow
passing miracles
sneezing from wonder
in the cosmic dust
slain by awe
