I want to peel off my skin
Undress the worries and fears
Stand naked in the insecurity of breath
Fold back the layers to the space between the cells
The air we share
The thoughts we try to claim as our own
But that are fragile,
tissue paper thin, like butterfly wings.
All I can do is stand still enough
to let this moment land lightly on my shoulder
whisper in my ear
before it flies away again.
I want to inhale it.
Soak it in like the earth embracing the rain
after a parched summer
ground ravaged by the heat
dirt cracked, split open.
I want to let myself be soft, wet, receptive.
Swell with life.
Allow it all to just be.