Becoming

it is one continuous grappling behind the firepit

in our backyard

the stem from seed to flower

the from seed stem flower to

a facsimile

of the sun, dendritic

woven with the slow tumult

of my daily sips~a sickle

of grapefruit awaits my unguent hunger

it is time and I am

time

the balloon that escaped meme’s birthday bash

I find it in our backyard

nestled

among the sunflowers, moving like

them to the wind

the 9 o’clock sun is cartoonish

yolk-yellow and rotund

itself its elf

the sun the balloon and

the helium

whirring in one, wiring

the other

the note its

tone

all this riot~

how it becomes

with my urgent hiss of the coffee