1.
No path to the maples
but sword ferns and moss.
Sunbeam, and a leaf turns bright.
No one is seeing the leaf light.
2.
Waves out past the oyster shelves,
pools of sea floor left behind.
Anemones bloom, starfish glide.
Hidden lives at home to no one.
3.
Where the river leaps and lands,
leaps and lands between green rocks
the waterfall freely talks
as no one listens.
4.
Alert in white clover,
hops once, then again
towards the chair–
what rabbit does when no one is here.
5.
Orion, Venus, in the west.
Front door open.
Stars in the parlor
pay a call on no one.
Peter Cashorali
Peter Cashorali is a neurodivergent pansy living in at the intersection of rivers, farmlands and civil war. He devotes himself to a contemplative life.