We gather together,
A wheel appears with spokes –
Turning and yet still.

A spiral swirls,
Up and down in sync with each collective breathe.

In the ascension, we rise.

But enough of wheels and spirals,
The golden sunflower in the center of the room
Glows with the reflected light of the setting sun.

A fly lands on petal and hand.
You are here.

Outside the window
Fireflies light up the shadows made by the filling moon.