November 30, 2014

take it slow


i want to do it all
from here
to the moon
high fiving aliens
waving to God
through a wormhole
to find myself as a tiny beating heart
again
in the womb

like how you feel in the morning
just at the very moment you realize
"I'm alive.  Hello, This Day."

there are so many versions of me
i want to be
so i'm squinting to see
tenebrous shapes 
above/beneath 
this sea

i'm
so far down
looking toward 
the sun:
wobbling watery balloon
radiance!
floating in the rays
anchored to silt

hands are for
reaching gentle things
swimming by
tiny little whispers
want to hold

but,

fingers are clumsy
so i just breathe a little bit
less

so peaceful here
i think i'll stay awhile