I am seeing the same things, so why would my words be different?
Today the air was dust and rain at the same time,
my bare feet on marble,
my soul bared to Heaven,
My eyes searching for change.
I’ll walk in squares, in one direction, and end up at the corner again.
Each moment I wrap in brightly colored paper,
gently placed in the box under my bed in my heart.
One day there will be a child with my smile, words will be spoken,
a picture drawn, a lifetime in days and months simplified.
I will look into innocence.