the simple ways

are flutters in the way

the air breezes past

sound latches

and releases

in gulps

night shining

the flexing of force

simmers of taste

light dancing into

time

a waft of beans

spirals of day

burrowing

far beneath

the waves and wanderings

of the eye’s delicious darlings

to impose;

the joys of the flesh

thoroughfares of scent

snares of color

nectar in a gaze

the first unfurling

of space,

toppling

squelching

not minding what is beyond:

my simple is here

it needs no road

to be known