Lilo

Language in, language out.
Get your eyes off the page.
Over your head, an oak

Loaded with plump acorns
And golden with sunlight
Through yellowing leaves waves

In a slight breeze, dancing,
Almost, a jig in place.
That’s better. That’s enough.

There’s only one reason
Your mind needs emptying,
And it’s this spooling out

Of your head through the tips
Of your fingers right now.