July 5, 2023
finally a breath
to take inventory of life—
a colored breeze.
***
some sweetness hung
inside the life of wind
against my cheek.
***
the sunlight becoming,
as slowly as it will,
invading my universe.
***
come into me,
so that I may feel
all things again.
***
a soft hum,
its voice an echo from
a world above.
***
one I cannot
see, but that I can
feel, somehow, somewhen.
***
no more hiding,
love and water newly born,
honest as morning-light.