the world grows
and in it so do we

there are the kids
out there some where
working, laughing, crying
granddaughter Maven
being Maven in the best possible way

there is my love
moving like music
through this house
through my mind

i see the plants we care for
in the front yard
the grape vine along the fence
there is the cherry tree
there is the apple tree
grass and oak
pine and ash
in the house there is more
hanging in windows
sitting on counters

i see the cat
sitting in the smallest of drawers
to prove she can
there is the gecko
hiding in her cave
oblivious to all

there are microbes on my flesh
bacteria in my gut
so much life

like some endlessly repeating
living fractal design
ever smaller in space and time
different and the same
suggesting connections,
suggesting oneness.