Infinity

I wake up

with the sun

and start covering the floor 

with poetry.

All night my mind

has filled with whispers 

and soft sounds

singing through my sleep

and by the time

I wake

the river is ready 

to over-run it’s banks.

Chalking the floor

or using string

or candle wax

or declining flowers 

torn from the garden

by my sister’s daughter 

Is not needed

to scatter webs of enchantment.

In my iPhone

all the power 

of infinity can be

unlocked 

under my hands

with this gift of light

that you have given me.