Somewhere beyond the yolk of my eyes
For a while,
her eyes grasp mine with lacy opinionated gloves
pinkie rings encircle her make-up of self-love
the sound of the Asian goose flies above my hanging head
and cycles circle around the world until they come to an end
when the Himalayan rivers begin to flow again
and somewhere beyond the yolk of my eyes, snow melts
Wisteria
My frozen socks root in slick unrest
combing status quo follicles
around each ear
“Sit. On this little stool”
(and rot)
I nod
and root
‘til little vines of wisteria trellis up and over
the lips of what I told myself
I could never be
Kae Bucher
Kae Bucher’s personal cosmos is a poetry-swathed world of barefoot walking, tree-climbing, hammock-lying, and yoga-doing. When Kae is not performing these activities (but often while she is), she can be found praying or penning poems. Kae graduated from Fresno Pacific University and taught Special Education before beginning her prolific blog, www.bucketsonabarefootbeach.