three invisible wonders, while lonely

One, when I embrace a tree
it feels me
no matter how 
canyoned the bark
within the cracks even
there deep chlorophyll 
wait with their green nets
to gather the fish of my
breath and throw back to me
the fish of theirs;

Two, the tiny beings that thrive
in my gut, manufacturers,
mariners, whose lives
meted out in minutes
swim in their sea
of wondrous gifts 
where there is no
fear of dark, no
need for lighthouses;

Three, the shape
of accommodation the
fathomless air takes as I move
through it, how it closes
behind me just as secretly
leaving nothing but 
invisible ripples which
spread out into the world 
without end.
​