All It Is

The flexible arc described by treetop leaves when breathing currents ripple a branch to one, then the other side. Or the level, quickened swell that follows a gust over wetlands home to a million reeds. Any terrain you find arises from all that came before: succeeding event horizons from earlier eras brought forward by today's considered impetus to lift the way it looks, lightly, freely out toward whatever senses you are there— breathed into completion, a sphere, into all it is.