9.
When I walk outside
all I want
is to be with
everything.
Don’t you?
To be is fine.
To be with
is heaven.
No need to choose.
Only to open the doors.
A bee humming in pleasant busyness,
over an elated cosmos.
A pinkening leaf, with all her sisters and brothers and cousins,
celebrating the good fortune
of togetherness.
A dragonfly eager to guide me
through the narrows.
A puddle awaiting its return to the sea.
Let’s say the queenly moon even,
beautiful in every aspect.
And when I sit inside,
all I want
is everything
being me.
The hum.
My limbs loose in the breeze.
My memories rising and catching currents
to be crunched under
someone else’s foot.
So when I breathe,
the air coming in is everything.
We mingle.
So when I breathe,
the air going out is everything.
We go home.
And I don’t mind anymore
that everything only comes and goes.
I mind only that I remember,
eternally,
to let it.